Then, express yourself
in seventeen syllables...
What you see and feel.
Now, blast open the classic form, take it out, take it in, but keep the twist, the skeptical, the odd perspective, your own visions, and your own way of making your mark...
Saturday, May 13, 2006
After Dreams
Each morning dawns new, A lotus, Some dew, The fading light of my dreams and you.
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