Flows of Life

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Flows of Life

Im standing at the point in which three streams become the one.
from here i see the flows,from each and paths from which they come.
farie breath i call the first she dances playfully.
a charging boar the second of rageing tempers all i see.
from the third ,the spring of life a fountain flowing free.
as i stand i smile in glee for those three streams are just...like me.

haysboro1 07

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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