One
It is only human
to give one chance.
For the divine
he knows no time.
One chance is, however
how long it takes.
Make your mistakes.
Be still and know,
there is just that and so.
So to Know,
each chance,
marking the first one,
will be a step towards the last.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Road | 2 | 12/23/2009 |
| Constant’s | 1 | 10/01/2009 |
| One | 1 | 10/05/2009 |
| Continue | 2 | 10/05/2009 |
| Marriage | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
| Is it frothy enough? | 0 | 09/29/2009 |
| Love | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
| To Tell | 2 | 07/07/2009 |
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