From Wrist to Stroke

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Submitted by Nathan A. Carr on Fri, 02/01/2013 - 11:36pm
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I step between leaves , blades and pettels

Ballance the Earth unleveled

Slippery stones, pools, unknowns

Tred in the currents

Chasing creatures you're unshure of 

Flipping droplets in the sky

Might find a fossil

Maby a secrete.

Either way, 'I'm going to keep it'.

Grow on up, 

Only if you can sleep it.

But only as if childern.

That is good that doth remain.

So this I brush before you

Yes with words

But still the same

Because in minds pressance

There is an immage that remains.

Behind The Poem: 

Just think about it


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Submitted by lastingerstung on Sat, 02/02/2013 - 10:14pm.

Nice write I enjoyed it...

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Submitted by Nathan A. Carr on Sat, 02/02/2013 - 10:17pm.

Why though

 

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Submitted by lastingerstung on Sat, 02/02/2013 - 10:25pm.

If I'm correct and even if I'm not I believe you were talking about how it felt to be a child,discovering and feeling the world around you.Your still that child inside..Please tell if I came close to your meaning... 

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Submitted by Nathan A. Carr on Sun, 02/03/2013 - 10:37pm.

Close my friend,  it's about using childlike innocence to hide adult regret

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Submitted by lastingerstung on Sun, 02/03/2013 - 10:51pm.

Wow close enough for me ...Keep'em coming!

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Submitted by Boomzy on Mon, 02/04/2013 - 7:13pm.

Wonderful! I love the imagry and flow. A very beautiful piece. :)