Every so often, nature gives up a secret to you, and it reminds you that it's good to be alive!
are birthed again.
Once unearthed,
by sight of men.
All thats secret.
Cloaked, and covered.
Will always chance
to be discovered.
All thats history,
becomes renewed.
However complex.
However crude.
All that changes
our perseption.
Leads to points
of interjection.
All found new,
on mother earth.
Restores in us,
a sence of worth.
Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2006-10-05 at 17:35
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ALL
All thats born,are birthed again.
Once unearthed,
by sight of men.
All thats secret.
Cloaked, and covered.
Will always chance
to be discovered.
All thats history,
becomes renewed.
However complex.
However crude.
All that changes
our perseption.
Leads to points
of interjection.
All found new,
on mother earth.
Restores in us,
a sence of worth.
Poetry by stevelee
Read 493 times
Written on 2006-10-05 at 17:35
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