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Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn 

my world, a stone
thrown from the tip of my soul
skimming mortal puddles

2014-Rene
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  1. M.ZFebruary 24, 2014 at 8:43 AM

    Beautiful words combined with an amazing painting!

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  2. Kathe W.February 24, 2014 at 10:49 AM

    ahhhh this is so perfectly written-

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  3. 21 WitsFebruary 24, 2014 at 1:36 PM

    Ah yes, I struggled so with the stones, so poetry like indeed, as was that large light so brightly screaming.... but I went without them all, but this short and sweet stones throw, works wonders! Great magpie.

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 24, 2014 at 1:55 PM

    WOW! So few words, such impact! Loved it.

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  5. Jennifer WagnerFebruary 24, 2014 at 2:14 PM

    Yes! Your words pair perfectly with the image...but I do believe they stand excellently on their own as well.

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  6. JinksyFebruary 24, 2014 at 2:34 PM

    And every stone makes ripples which spread in widening circles... :-)

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  7. Silent Otto February 25, 2014 at 7:29 AM

    When the stone came to rest it was a mountain which eventually became a continent ...cheers mate

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  8. Tess KincaidFebruary 26, 2014 at 1:56 PM

    Wonderful...

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  9. MaryFebruary 28, 2014 at 6:48 PM

    Beautifully written ...'skimming mortal puddles' ..I like that.

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  10. AnonymousFebruary 28, 2014 at 10:18 PM

    Beautiful!

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