Reborn Poem by Michael Buchanan
Reborn
Everything starts so small, it grows till it is tall, but the truth is that all its doing is waiting to fall, dead on the ground to be sucked up and regrow, be born again, into a new area into a new way. Same mind, same soul, grows up the same, in every way, new and old both collide how is everything so new if its the same as what died
Thursday, March 5, 2009
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