Why meet we in the bridge of time To exchange greetings and part? -Richard Burtton- Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Beauty is its own excuse for being -Ralph Waldo Emerson "The Rhodora"-
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Burning in Thy Love
Fiery
Burning
Devouring
Endless
Beautiful
The rediscovery of what is basic, simple, assumed, forgotten
The realization of the truth, the reason, the logic, the only way
Suppressed
Persistent
Striving
Hopeful
Wanting
Relating
Persuading
Ubiquitous
Unselfish
Patient
Loving
There is nothing more to say. Mere fragments of untranslatable ideas remain. The night closes in.
And I dream of dawn.
Wow. Great poem as usual, Kent. :)
ReplyDeleteken! haha,long time no see...:D
ReplyDeletekent.. :) ibang klase....
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