untitled February, 1982
The feelings that
are locked within
you never can untie
for, if you pull a crooked string
your heart will surely die
I cannot bring
a love to that
so pure, so true, alive
for every string
is a crooked string
your heart will surely die
jademelissa74 commented on untitled February, 1982
08-12-2009
08/12/2009
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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