Adam Pfaff

(Round Rock, TX, USA)

Untitled - Poem by Adam Pfaff

To a meadow full of flowers, everything means nothing,
Life gets so easy, just rolling down the hills. To a flower in the meadow, I know you just sit there,
And though you do not understand me,
You are much more friendly than the pills. To the sky above, you sit there so serene,
However, I ignore you, know not what you mean. And still the picture is not clear, the pieces I can see,
But the whole is not yet there. To the deer in drinking slow the brook,
At least you know not the pain that I have took. To the future yet to be, I am alive,
And always alive shall be, till the time I cannot see.

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  • (4/25/2007 5:14:00 AM)

    that is a very great thinking of yours. you are really blessed with imagination and true use of words. i really enjoyed very much.
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    \thank u keep it up.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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