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Guest
22-Apr-2007 00:19
You are my friend
My blessing,
My softer light
That feathers
Upon my afternoon thoughts.
Like the warm glow
Of sun pouring onto my palm.
And I thank you
For pausing
Upon my days
Even in the most fragile
Of times.
Thank you,
For being you,
And for your friendship
Always :)
Guest
17-Apr-2007 22:22
Obviously he holds his head high as he carries this treasure. The importance though is not that he is carrying the treaure but that the treaure is allowing him to carry. I'm sure this could be said more eloquently :)
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