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MULES
Mules
Shoulders sore, propped up over an internally burning stomach
Raw eyes anchored to keys,
Each digital page was a blanketed field surrounded by summits.
It’s no crowned jewel, although sometimes peppered by obsidian flakes,
Numbers indicating trailheads with the promise of mountains and lakes.
Following the spine upwards, eyeing the words down
Pages were the ...
Monday 30th January 2023 2:11 am
Eye of the Beholder
Is sunrise as beautiful if none sees
or birdsong so sweet without human ear?
Is a flower's perfume on an evening breeze
as fragrant if there is no person near?
Was all this created for us alone
or is there purpose still yet to be seen?
Though Man is mortal, and will soon be gone
Suns shall yet rise daily where we have been
and flowers will appear with heady bouq...
Thursday 21st July 2011 11:35 pm
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