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09-08-05, 10:37 PM
And the poem said

To the author’s hand

“Do not write me!”

And He asked, “Why?”

She said, “I do not rhyme,

And my lines do not flow

I am not like other songs,

With rhythm and movement

Intricately woven and expressed.”

But the author said,

“What is there to you if

you are like the others?

Where is your rhythm

if it is like other beats?

Where is your movement

if you are but a

shadow of the rest?

You are intricately woven,

But not as a copy,

as a masterpiece.

You are an expression

All my own, revealing

a gleam in my eye.

It would go unseen

It would not be noticed

Had I not let it

be seen through you.”

11-01-05, 09:55 PM
Saw it, noticed it...the gleam in your eye.
Nice twinkle :)