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January 22, 2008

Posted by K in Uncategorized.

The fest of the golden globe burst

Little squiggles of endless despair

Within shattered remnants of an orange room.


1. Parivrajak - January 24, 2008

Not only squiggles of despair,
But bubbles of hapiness as well…
For in limited perception,
Black must come with white.
Otherwise, how would we say
black is black and white is white?

Be back in two weeks.

2. sporadicblogger - January 24, 2008

🙂 Thanks for the lovely poem and welcome back!:)

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