![]() exhausted exuberanceA Poem by Jen.ledda
A claim of past, exuberance no longer. Bound to the mountain, with difficulty inclined. A stare to below, backwards and up. And now these quiet houses pass a deafening din. Laborless work of exhausting measure, To this I am tethered. © 2010 Jen.ledda |
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1 Review Added on February 23, 2010 Last Updated on February 26, 2010 Author![]() Jen.leddaseattleAbouthello there. from ny, live in seattle, have many stories in my head of which i am now just getting around to expressing. im curious and at times quiet. tired of non doing. searching for the ranger w.. more..Writing
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