Letters,
floating,
forming, reforming,
pleading for shape.
Dip in
to draw them out,
but they scatter,
they scatter,
and the reflections remain
hidden.
The words sink
in the light;
there is no spoon,
just a finger that points away to the moon...
4.8.10
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It SO depends on which finger is pointing at the moon :) Come on, chap, jump in there and swim, dont fish!
Is this your ode to Bruce Lee?
Nice lirics!
One thing I know,that is I know nothing.
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I'd rather point to the sun :)
Great writing by the way...
I think you must re-write it and add few more stanzas, So that i must inspire to read on on on on..........
nice concept i got, i will try it once...huh...
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Kinda vague but deep.
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I like it!
This is profound!
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