Guest guest Posted March 25, 2008 Report Share Posted March 25, 2008 Saturday Poem What is thereto change about you?-only myself.Words for you, about youshould be expressedthrough a paintbrush's delicate bristles,not the thin anemic linesscratched with a pencil.Running like a madmantrying to catch Heavenwith a butterfly netto show the world,describe to the world,who you are.Praise perhapsin that I fall short;For if I could capture your picture,you would becomesomeone's friend or neighbor.The passing face on the street.They would know,yet still would never know. -Randy Never miss a thing. Make your homepage. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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