Monday, March 30, 2009

I like it

When the fragment of imagination,
When it brings on a face, an animation,
The lifeless enlivened. I like it.

When it feels lonely,scared,
When I look at people close, closed,
The pillow hug. I like it.

When wanting to be wished,
When no one does, can't be obliged,
The bird calls. I like it.

When overthrown by joy, feeling blessed,
When I cannot share it, though obsessed,
The walls listen. I like it.

Mind is a beautiful thing of matter,
Yet of substance and soul.

- hp.

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