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  • Borut Jan 7, 2009 @ 2:14

    In this maze of life,
    Run through moments of beauty,
    chasing the true Friend.

  • gautami tripathy Jan 7, 2009 @ 9:29

    flickering light-
    fireflies
    taking flight

  • Ken Wagner Jan 7, 2009 @ 18:55

    Nice ones, friends. I love the rhythms of fireflies taking flight in flickering light!

  • Kris Jan 9, 2009 @ 21:32

    This one is growing on me.
    Borut’s poem sounds Sufi, with its capital “F”

  • Ken Wagner Jan 10, 2009 @ 20:17

    What is your response to the poem, Kris? Why has it changed over time?

  • Sage Jan 12, 2009 @ 11:51

    I get an image of a cold evening and the warm light coming from a home across a barren snow-covered field.

  • Ken Wagner Jan 12, 2009 @ 19:29

    Yes! That was the image, Sage. Except for the barren snow-covered field – I’m not lucky enough to leave near one of those. Thanks for the response and comment!