the third worldA Poem by Marc Mccunea new world between people only happens when two separate worlds come toge4ther.
The Third world She walks in two worlds, one barely touching the other a finesse, an intricate dance, a juggle, holding all the parts in the air, working to keep them from colliding.
She seems to have it just right safe and secure in the day excited by adventure at night
The Third world There is no fit for this piece. No easy way to juggle yet another and still keep them all aloft not touching not crashing to the ground.
© 2005 by Marc S. McCune © 2011 Marc Mccune |
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Added on September 18, 2011 Last Updated on September 18, 2011 AuthorMarc MccuneCoconut Creek, FLAboutwriter/poet, musician/music aggregator, genealogist/historian, fossil hunter/vinyl record collector, reader/collector of ideas I Changed My Mind (blog) Instagram Tumblr facebook.. more..Writing
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