Sunday, September 23, 2007
RAIN SHADOWS
beneath the leaning
trees - faint stripes
of arid soil
point towards water
sycamore seeds fall in
the cracks - and grow
thriving on false hope
but I know
there is no room
on this river bank
for anyone else
to grow tall
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trees - faint stripes
of arid soil
point towards water
sycamore seeds fall in
the cracks - and grow
thriving on false hope
but I know
there is no room
on this river bank
for anyone else
to grow tall
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# posted by Emily Veinglory @ 8:43 PM 
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being me of course i'm gonna read symbolic interpretation into this.
loved this: "fall in
the cracks - and grow
thriving on false hope"
makes you wonder if illusionary hope is less valid than "realistic" hope if it works as a catalyst creating any sort of forward motion/growth.
loved this: "fall in
the cracks - and grow
thriving on false hope"
makes you wonder if illusionary hope is less valid than "realistic" hope if it works as a catalyst creating any sort of forward motion/growth.
some where with in i hear the words "don't quit" being repeated over and over again in a slow melodic voice.....
How well do I know that feeling of "why bother trying" and yet being unable to stop reaching for whatever the goal is...
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