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December 17, 2014

A thought ..

Filed under: Poetry — by Zuhair @ 4:59 pm
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With little feet,

they sidle slowly …

muttering, stuttering

swiftly

as they go left and right,

chattering as they bite

into the many depths;

the blues, the greens and reds

of life, of living,

of death, of surviving.

Louder and louder they get,

more and more they fret,

older and older they grow,

giving life to more –

dancing to the tune of the mood

from the innocent to the lewd;

and they are of comings

and of goings …

and they cannot be stopped

and they will not be silenced.

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