The Way It Is...
Monday, November 21, 2011
Cushions
I stood on the edge
Of a high cliff
Where I fell off
A million times from
And when I thought
It was over
I woke up on soft cushions
And now when life tosses me
Up and down
Held in this high tide
I know I can find my cushions back
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November 26, 2011 at 1:27 PM
ah.. lovely poetry.. :)
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December 3, 2011 at 8:04 PM
Thnx :)
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ah.. lovely poetry.. :)
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