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Not yet Ripe...

I type on an on
line after line
in a rhytmic fashion
with set iambs
and unsettled thoughts.
They read perfect
and are my best so far.
I have no doubts,
let the world read it
and praise my skills.
But I realize,
no
time has not yet come
let my self mature and
wait
till my fingers can
say a toast to my life.
I undo my typing
faster than ever before.

Comments

  1. LizaJuly 30, 2011 at 5:56 PM

    u should not have undone the typing...words play truant at times...work on it...

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  2. Farah ZachariahAugust 1, 2011 at 3:15 PM

    hey sure...impatience...:)))

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  3. NeethaAugust 10, 2011 at 12:14 PM

    set iambs and unsettled thoughts :))
    waiting for the final outcme...

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  4. Farah ZachariahAugust 14, 2011 at 12:01 PM

    @Neetha...dts wt i said...time has not yet come...:)))

    ReplyDelete

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