Thursday, February 5, 2015

Freshman Attempt at Making Something Out of Poetry

In the shadow of a very large building
the sensitive observer is rather like a small girl
 in the presence of her headmaster.
The eye is not satisfied with seeing
 nor the ear filled with hearing.
The heart sinks,
the face falls,
 the spirits rise.
Typically,
No reason is given.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
 but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.

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