Random Thoughts,
the Candid Camera am I,
and in a way,
(most times)
don't understand
what's been written
and in a way,
(most times)
don't understand
what's been written
until it's be reread
(for the first time)
and each Time is the First Time:
and each Time is the First Time:
is that not a moment Sublime,
Surreal;
to Think and Feel
such things but forget them
moments later,
moments later,
when the Bloom is off the Rose,
or so that old saying goes;
once created
from memory it flees,
from memory it flees,
as if the writing had been the Need
not the Remembrance,
not the Remembrance,
but the Sweet Release...
April 16, 2015
12:35 PM
April 16, 2015
12:35 PM
thank you, Janice...
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