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Just As It Is
November 27, 2012
The sun is my only friend
as I stand here alone
The wind my only blanket
for no other I have known
My mind is the only canvas
to paint pictures of the world
My spirit likes to dance
and with it the daisies twirl
My heart is lost at sea
killed by the absent knife
And so I play the game alone
The game many call life.
© Richard F., League City, TX
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This article has 6 comments.
chiann white said...
on Dec. 18 2012 at 3:24 pm
Laine that is the most touching one i have heard since the poem rest on angel wings
JeremiahSamuelTemple BRONZE said...
on Dec. 8 2012 at 7:13 pm
I'd say yes. We can give something a name. The problem is when we try to define it.
. said...
on Dec. 7 2012 at 10:05 pm
Very interesting article! Great job!!!
JeremiahSamuelTemple BRONZE said...
on Dec. 7 2012 at 6:31 pm
Ah, but life is not a game, nor a test, but is something else entirely we give it names, but words can never do.
ldiercks_14 SILVER said...
on Dec. 7 2012 at 4:27 pm
This was an amazing piece of art. Keep up the great work, I hope to see more on the popular page very, very soon.
