Step by step
Walking the distances
To an empty land
Concrete on concrete
Building a tower
On a shaky earth
Blown away!
Poor
You little darling
-Ramtin (June 17,2010)-
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Join me with your hands, wings, hoofs or fins In my sublime applause. Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude For life.
what inspiration made you write this little jewel? <3
ReplyDeleteMany factors really.
ReplyDeleteEvery individual, each ideology or anything really, is born one day and dies another day.
We are all born at a certain time. We strive to live the best way we can, but then at the end death is awaiting us. We build a life, but after our death it is all gone.
It is like that with everything. With our International order, with our houses, with our chairs. There is always an end.
I guess that is what we call the "natural order".
How did you like the poem anyways?
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