Sunday, January 1, 2012

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   Flipping over
the last few pages
made me evolve.

But;
From books we are
and to books we shall return.

-Jason

        

    Two roads diverged
    in a wood
    And everyone
    rushed  
    to take   
    the road less traveled by

    I chose 
    the beaten path
    and decided
    to leave  new footprints
    behind.

    -Nikita   
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6 comments:

  1. d'cJanuary 5, 2012 at 3:56 PM

    for every flower
    buried in frost
    dead amidst thorns
    the bud doesn't learn anything...

    ...except beauty.

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    1. Nikita D.April 24, 2012 at 10:46 AM

      This is beautiful. Sticks to our theme more than we have, I'm afraid :)

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  2. wordwornJanuary 5, 2012 at 4:14 PM

    Flower in the frost. Hahahahhaha.

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  3. d'cJanuary 6, 2012 at 4:08 PM

    jason u are weird and ur poem beautiful :P

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  4. wordwornJanuary 6, 2012 at 4:17 PM

    Nikita, you can't spell and the dead are complaining about your services.
    Thank you though :)

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  5. SreyaJuly 25, 2012 at 5:34 PM

    :) 'To books we shall return' indeed! Nikita, I am trying to do what you did. :)

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