WITH KAVITA IN MIND (http://wp.me/pfB7S-YW)
A plant ravaged by flood;
a LOVE confronted by an untimely death,
Leaves her with hope misplaced as she strives seemingly alone,
this life to redefine.
At such a time, the liar in drag would with consoling arms of decent intrude;
Leaving in its wake another anomaly to reconcile:
Does love, does compassion even exist?
Kindred Spirit, family, you are;
One of us, and we strive never truly alone.
Stilled too oft,
WE STRIVE, and that is accomplishment enough;
AS WE STRIVE TO MAKE SENSE OF IT ALL
by Sammie Carter
Thursday 0719 hrs. 2/04/2011
Very vivid and sad.. but nicely written!
Thanks for placing the link to this excellent and thought provoking poem on my blog..
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yeah nice
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