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April 2 – Friday In Verse

April 2, 2010

A poem is a thing,
Which does not live,
or breathe,
Until given life by its
Creator.

But I sometimes,
think,
It works the other way,
’round,
And it breathes new Life,
into Me.

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  1. April 2, 2010 5:45 pm

    I tend to agree that the poem breathes life into each of us…they release from us the emotions that could keep us grounded in insanity if they were not released….thanks for this one.

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