QuestionA Poem by slfisher89
Tabula Rasa
Blank slate We are born As we grow marks made by Different hands Plant knowledge from which Understanding, perception, mortals, And ethics spring Along with these seeds come Malice, ulterior motives, jealously, and Deception. For you are a garden of good and evil. As knowledge fills the slate; purity erases. Pure is without contamination. For knowledge is double sided. Once you are no longer a tabula Rasa; can one be pure at heart? © 2017 slfisher89Reviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 22, 2017 Last Updated on April 22, 2017 Authorslfisher89Atlanta, GAAboutAn incredibly flawed creature trying to develop and become better. Wish me luck more..Writing
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