When I'm not writing to people i don't know
All is carrying me away
Why stop and write, to capture a moment
Point out injustice to me, to you, to us...we who permit it;
Limitations, marvels, a scent of flowers, a trail of words. As long as I write,
Then I am not limited by your use of words as I am
when I go walkabout under a wicked spell.
Wednesday, 20 May 2009
Not To People I Don't Know
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