Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Still, one of my favorite poem

Everything is still,
not a voice,whisper,or a breathe
is heard,
nor a presence,or a knock,
just still.
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2 comments:

  1. AlexBlackSwagginNovember 16, 2010 at 4:47 PM

    im commenting cuz i had to

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  2. Mrs. BensonNovember 17, 2010 at 8:25 PM

    I love this poem. It is so peaceful, but it makes you wonder. Why is it so still? Is something about to happen?
    Where is it from? Did you write it?

    Either way it is cool.

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