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*experimental, again, bear with me*

Falling little stones;
Mysteries are upon us,
bound by sacred songs
of our heart
which-
oddly enough-
ripples like ponds
on a rainy day.

Little falling stones;
The rain is a drum,
an instrumental
of our heart
which-
oddly enough-
sounds like leaves
on a windy day.

Little stones,
mysteries,
falling,
falling,
in song,
falling,
until the heart
ripples like ponds.

------
Art is addicting, an addict am I,
truth is I, the truth am I, the truth a lie!


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The following comments are for "Little stones (of life)"
by Siah

Little Stones
Siah
this is very lovely. Thanks

( Posted by: wanda [Member] On: December 5, 2006 )

Definition of Self
I love it, Siah! All of the little stones that life throws at us are the chances we have to create ourselves.

-Aubri

( Posted by: ArsPoet2789ica [Member] On: December 5, 2006 )





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