Through small invisible fissures
the content of our souls escapes
leaving us hollow, empty, desolated
without inspiration and hope.
Inexorably events continue to accumulate
filling us up with memories
and suddenly the soul is full once again.
With this constant oscillation of the tide of life,
at moments, we feel completely empty
and next entirely full.
OscillationA Poem by Maria Fischinger
© 2008 Maria Fischinger |
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Added on February 29, 2008 AuthorMaria FischingerChicago, ILAboutI am busy!!! shhhhhhhhh! Dont interrupt me!!! I am busy classifying the green tones of the forests leaves. Dont disturb me !! I am occupied watching the outline of the mounta.. more..Writing
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