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Spectrum
by Alison McKenzieIt's not about you,
Or even me.
If everything seemed perfect,
Not a hair out of place,
I would still grieve,
And rail -
Fists and tears.
It's about the seen and unseen
Spectrum of every rainbow -
And the promise of every after. 10/15/2007 Posted on 10/15/2007
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
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| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 10/15/07 at 10:31 PM so its beyond all that and back and forth madness in serenity. i see you are not selfishly embibing your individuality:)
your just awesome i cant think of a bunch of cool words right now.. but when i do.. i will message you:) |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/16/07 at 06:34 PM In your words there's a mixture of sadness and happiness, but I'm not sure which one comes out on top. Rainbows are so beautiful and temporary. We have to catch them when they appear.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/17/07 at 06:34 AM Fragility of time and place even in that feeling of perfection-- good cause to "grieve and rail-fists and tears" A very strong feeling here for the essence of life and the ungraspable and ephemeral nature of it! |
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