DreamsA Poem by Tracie Skarbo
Raindrops scatter,
Dreams shattered,
Tear drops on the windowsill…
I fly over mountains,
Soar through clouds,
The ringing seems foreign,
To my virgin ears…
© 2009 Tracie Skarbo |
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Tracie SkarboCanadaAboutLearning consists of daily accumulating. The practice of the Tao consists of daily diminishing; decreasing and decreasing, until doing nothing. When nothing is done, nothing is left undone. True.. more..Writing
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