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Easily Torn

By Sprite

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Written on parchment a fragile presence delicately created with care, formed to fit each natal need, enhancing advancement of every breed. Silent seedlings lined and waiting to be discovered in their infancy, touched by the mighty hand of wisdom, gently urged to enter each life-form, thrown down to join those on earth, then the trauma of release, held for seconds corporeally warm, too soon caught in life's intricate web rocked by each storm, parchment, easily torn.Human evolutionary outgrowth from the spirits' home down to earth Written March 24th, 2002 © on Jun 23 2002 09:31 AM PST, Joyce    0 • 13

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