She had never felt
So lost and so found
In the same sitting
Reality seems far away
When is seen and what
Is heard are
So diverse
Lost, in an encounter
With herself although
She doesn’t know it
Yet.
Her wanderlust comes to settle
Away from the ice
And the falling bricks
Found, so alive and so a mess
Wondering
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Saturday, February 14, 2009
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