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The Chase

How many times must I hear "no"

Without the ability to know

That which I chase

Is a flower not in a vase,

A thing growing wild

Like the rules of a child.

 

That beauty is free

Like a stream or a tree,

To be caressed

But not possessed.

 

dorobo dorobo 70+, M 1 Response May 21, 2008

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Thanks. I'll continue to share them. I've misplaced an old book of poetry that I wrote in the 70's. I'll post them when I find them. Thanks for your opinion.