Marianne Moore (Remove filter)
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starting from the beginning,
the renewal of cycle—
No memories, no knowledge, no learned behaviors
O fresh blade of grass kissed by the sun
has not experienced the seasons—has
no idea of what is to come
O blind sheep they may be,
Running from a domesticated canine—Petrified
fear is the illusion, only a state of mind
th...
Thursday 16th November 2017 3:09 am
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