A chance
Such a chance
To Dive
To be Alive
I can smell
The Atmosphere
As pure ozone
It is clean
As whistling wind
I throe Myself
Into the vast Blue
Love letter,
From God.
10.03.01
Saturday, July 25, 2009
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My ideas suggestions and opinions on science, philosophy, politics, the arts and of course the light relief of poetry.
Hare Krishna
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