a rolling stone, i
gather no moss,
only coloured gravel —
some drab, some dark, and
few bright gems.
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16 comments:
Wow! Nice poem :)
Thanks, Darshan. You write poems too, na?
nice and worthwhile
@Azassk, thanks. Wonder if you well settled guys ever feel this way :)
me likes this a lot!!!!
@Blindd, thanks.
NICE !
@Seki, thanks.
beautiful!
and who wants moss when you have coloured gravel, eh?
@feddabonn, thanks. moss is softer than gravel.
This is so you. Succinct, to the point and yet so tellingly you.
@Calliopia, i like your new pic. Sunday? Wonder which part of the post is more me -- the rolling or the writing!
i read it over and over again. its beautiful!
thanks, Peer. Feels good to have one's piece appreciated.
hehe.. I can relate to the 5 lines perfectly.. I'm a nomad :D
@mnowluck, it seems we nomads are growing in number.
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