Hungry Ego Poem by david gerardino
Hungry Ego
the wind beat, s in to shape wilted flowers.
the roaring mind and its aching flesh, begines
to retreat.
the retreat becomes a ritual, and a appetite
for love.
this hungry ego becomes what it was, nothing
more then a shadow.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
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5/10/2024 12:32:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ego is the shadow of mind/ A good poem! ! ! excellent write! ! !