Thursday, March 1, 2012

I Have No Songs to Sing

How to exemplify joy or elation when learning to swim or walk...

When simple words, equaling conversations are much;

How do you share your praise or starbursts...

Hope rises; eventually; as smoke through fire; which is powerful.

Play with it and you will get burned; possibly destroyed...

Yet; power Is.

Sometimes you have no choice.

No more control have you than the rising or the setting of the sun over that which instances bring your way; your life.

I want my smoke to signal a fire.

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