THIS MEANS SOMETHING . . .
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It may be just a coincidence with Memorial Day coming up in the U.S., but
on my way to the gym very early this morning, I passed an old graveyard and
exper...
1 week ago
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Zettabyte
A wild rambling rose of a woman,
with a smoky smile and jaunty hips.
Tan as a summer's day.
Brisk, bracing, brusque.
Like a March wind.
Cool air pours off a sheer blue glacier.
Ice lipped steel bergs
Way down under...
Pieces of the sky
scattered over the glassy waters of a lake.
Mirror world lake reflected.
A reflex action.
A world dopplegangered.
One twin clear and sure.
The other rippled by winds of fate and chance.
Nice poem. The words used are appropriate.
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