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It grows out of questions and answers.
It grows here.
somewhere, It is here
silent
lives, go on
So little listen

what
I see
what
I need
what i love
i am blind to

quiet beauty cannot love
no courage

lets love openly
close minds need to open doors

It grows
It grows
from wants
needs
and blindly walking into an unknown love


















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The following comments are for "090107"
by Bran

090107
"what i see what i need what i love i am blind to." getting into that rut can be devastating to my *senses*. this makes me question whether i'm paying attention to what i'm doing/what i love. thanks for the reminder!

( Posted by: wendythemommy [Member] On: September 6, 2007 )

"It"
nice to read you again, Bran...

I like the openness of this poem, and open invitation, to interpret, to think, to feel... tentative, yes, but also expansive, expressive... like breathing out...

I like how "It" is capitalised, and "i" is not...

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: September 6, 2007 )





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