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CircLe

all the fortunes have been squandered the nomadic women of the east stare at my shame,my eyes touch the earth beneath me all the friends have drifted away, mere planks living upon middle ocean surface everything is breaking down the mirrors display this dreary,dwindling time line cruelty will never leave me,she'll stay by my side The red noons and violet twilights aren't as vivid as they used to be Blue mornings and dark nights will never leave All the children have been grown All the grown have died All the day all the night is now past

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 6/16/2009 4:10:00 PM
sad very sad! Light & Love
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Date: 5/13/2009 4:47:00 PM
haunting..........Light & Love
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Date: 4/14/2009 7:15:00 PM
this is really touching
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Date: 4/14/2009 6:58:00 PM
How sad it is that the "Circle" of life cannot be broken. We have our moment in the sun; then we're gone. Your observations in this poem are very intuitive, Kalonji. Brilliant writing! Love, Carolyn
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