![]() Winter SoulA Poem by IanWinter is the evolution of the soul
For only when we see the death of timely things can we truly live
and only when we truly live, may we speak truthfully to others.
Winter is realization
within each snowflake lies a universe of changing, ever binding codes of energy
and in such simplicity
in each human it is the same.
By packing the fallen snow, and creating what ever form of art you wish
You are a process, in a process and just by making a choice have you created and by not choosing you have already made you desicion. © 2011 Ian |
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Added on January 25, 2011 Last Updated on January 25, 2011 Author
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