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I don't feel sorry anymore
Because I finally found
The courage
To set my dreams free
From my crumbling wall of
Disappointments
And the things I don't need
Were lifted off their wings

Waiting

A simple haiku for the OSI prompt waiting. Join in or read the other contributions here.

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One minute in time
Can seem to last forever
When you are waiting

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"Aren't you afraid
Of the cold
And walking alone?
Of getting old
And never having grown?"

"Sometimes I am
More than afraid
Even
But standing still
Terrifies me more."

"Let the beautiful stuff out"

    To say that I'm out of touch with the of-the-moment happenings of the world is a huge understatement. I don't read the news (which I realize is terrible...no sarcasm intended), I don't use the social media, and I dont watch TV. So for me to just now find out that Ray Bradbury, one of my favorite authors, has been dead for three days shouldn't surprise me, and yet it does. People with a mind like Bradbury's don't inhabit this world in spades and it makes me sad to think that he's gone.

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Let your love go free

That I may learn to grow

And don't cry for me when I've gone

Because someday I will return

To find our seeds

Have become beautiful flowers

    Ah it's good to be home! Home, of course, being this little corner of the world where I have the privilege of sharing my work :). I've been busy with preparations for my graduation and working out the next step. I'm excited and nervous, but I suppose I'm not the only one.
    Besides being really busy, I caught some sort of infection that left me like this:

I'm in the recovery process but I'm not quite to the peachy stage. According to the doctor all I needed to cure my fever, headaches, and general discomfort was some sleep.
    I've missed writing poetry in all the mayhem and visiting everyone in the Poetry Pantry. I think of you every Sunday even if I'm not linking up! I have a couple of poems that managed to get written in all the shuffle so hopefully I'll join in this Sunday.
   

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3/29/12
I hurried to write our history down
As you walked out the door
So that perhaps this way
Time won't steal your
Face away
Since Distance has already done enough