spinal run
the pain,was not pain,
in the main,
till it climbed the spine,
and ran up there in mind,
it hit a spot ,
and from there distributed it got,
it was only then pain made him whine.
spinal run
the pain,The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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Green | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
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solitude talk | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
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