Basra Times ThreeA Poem by jjillSo far, so long, next to me is where you belong...There's little left. No more to say. My prayers, your thoughts, begin each day. As you sit this night through blasts and sounds, your mind stops still. You search around. There fills a presence in your space, taking you beyond this time and place. Through rocks and hills, sand's deserts and seas, my mind's eye flashes, bringing you to me. © 2008 jjill |
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Added on July 27, 2008 AuthorjjillNYC Metro, NYAbouti am now what we all are, have been or will be. there is a bit of enigma that surrounds us all. it is only revealed to us a little at a time, and at that point, we clearly feel the sum of the parts .. more..Writing
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