Saturday, July 24, 2010

Mountain

Because they/we don't understand,

And they/we pretend to be not pretending to understand,

They/we hang on to little ends of words randomly,

Without realizing that they/we have instead actually stepped

On the foot of a beautiful man or woman,

or chanced upon a mountain a thousand years old.

1 comment:

  1. i have never figured how your little poems brings tears to my eyes.

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