Posted by admin | Posted in Bonsai | Posted on 14-12-2010
Tags: bonsai edith tiempo
How about a poem by Edith Time BONSAI? any symbolism? morality?
Bonsai by Edith L. WEATHER All I want, once again, another again and again and have a box or a slot in a hollow post or in my shoe. Everything that I love? Why, yes, but at the moment and for all times, both. Something that folds and fits easily, says his son, father or seeing a tie, broken picture of a young queen, a blue shawl from India including a money bill. Is absolute sublimation, a feat, this synchronization control center where all the love scale the size of a cupped hand, the shells are broken pieces of God, until to clean white teeth, And life and love are real things, you can run by hand, without encouragement to any child
does not make much sense ... but then I am not a poet.
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