Sunday, August 2, 2009

Day And Night Comments

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It’s night, when one needs love like blood,
And a city is an iceberg of lights,
The air throbs, roars like a distant bear.
The finger of one’s mind, in indolence,
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Stephen Jackson
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Roman Petrov 02 August 2009

Nice poem! Especially I like the end: How frivolous is life, if shorn of meaning How short a life, how long a day.

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Knaresborough, North Yorkshire, UK
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