In life,you only have
control over so much;
asking only now
to get from Point A
to Point B.
Nature, ongoing,
falls back upon itself;
never seeming
to love a vacuum.
There will always
be another
bus.
Doesn't it feel good,
letting the raindrops
fall upon
your tongue?
`X~William ~copyright ~ 08/10/09.
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2 comments:
asking always, do point a and/or b even exist. In a vacuum and if so/not, what about that vaccum??? I adore your writing, even if I mostly read quietly. Hugs and always, thanks for your talented words. :)
Perfectly Twisted~~Thanks. I'm always glad to see someone enjoy..no need to comment. Take care.
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