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[aid] => mick
[title] => Resonance
[time] => 2017-02-17 05:14:56
[hometext] => petaled wonders- people poem is a metaphor on the individuality of human beings and associative drama
[bodytext] => Petaled wonders all; some, in greeting the morning sun, smile sincerely as a blessed touched person. Other flowers carry on, soaking the gift with nary a turn, a flush to the raw source that makes purple purple, green green, yellow yellow. The field allows all; equal dirt, equal sun, without prejudice. Flowers live, get trampled, blown, torn and sprawl in the field of changes, yet ever the same for every petal, stem, shades of all. As one leaves another grows, perhaps to sing in joy or limply stow a ride on the morning living tide; They come again in color, to play as others played, to shed as others fled, to rejoice or notice nothing, to cry in pain or wonder what//'//s for dinner. Such majestic opera; happening every morning, every moment in every field, in kitchens and living rooms of marble to dirt, but every flower is still a flower, and so, of worth. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 337 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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