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Jun 25, 2009
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LIKE A REED
LIKE A REED
Tossed around and battered in a
Summer storm.
Frail
Not one of Nature’s best
Yet
Paradoxically
It is my flexibility
That allows me to survive
The strongest oak tree.
And
As I grow old
Feeling death’s Winter cold
I see struggling next to me
The seeds of my progeny.
I am a reed weak and worn
Tossed around and battered in a
Summer storm.
Frail
Not one of Nature’s best
Yet
Paradoxically
It is my flexibility
That allows me to survive
The strongest oak tree.
And
As I grow old
Feeling death’s Winter cold
I see struggling next to me
The seeds of my progeny.
— Geremia, Jun 25, 2009
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Nordic cloud
16 years 11 months ago
"It is my flexibility"
orgami
16 years 11 months ago
colour richly in spring and pale in the fall
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