The Easy Part of the DayA Poem by Alfred KukitzWhen there is Nothing to doIt's an unscheduled day. You might want to crawl out of your skin, Slink around into and out of silent caves, Smell some darkness, relieve yourself of the seriousness of the moment, Maybe half moon the world. Where it all started you don't know. Perhaps I'm in the middle of things or near the end. Does it matter? You lose hold of the questioning, Dive deep into rare air. Hold your breath now, close your eyes, see, It wasn't that hard after all. © 2014 Alfred KukitzReviews
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5 Reviews Added on August 29, 2014 Last Updated on August 29, 2014 Tags: unscheduled, day, caves, questioning AuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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