Today I found two dead birds on the way home; one which was just the further decomposed body of the one I previously found last week, and the second: this one.
Today I had a conversation:
"Look, what a pretty pigeon"
"You're weird..all birds look the same"
They don't.
(Econs was... it could have been better)
Here is my poem on the theme of longing set by Iota as part of the March poetry competition.
The theme and probably the set title is "Longing".
Longing:Why,What is fulfillment but ending of the means?What means this,that on one hand we have this,and on the other.Who but nobody can scale perfection?Nobodybut they who have none,Because.
Let me know what you guys think either in the tagboard or when you see me online on msn:)
Labels: Contemplative
