Réflexion #02
Under the acacia,
This abstruse absurdity,
Abundantly acclaimed,
But absorbing for the absent,
Absconds.
Why flee abundance?
And to fall into the abyss...
Be not aghast, accept these accidences
You will become accessible
It's not an accommodation
It is just a question of adapting.
Accordingly,
accuracy is not obligatory
It does not withdraw the aches.
You must achieved yourself
Act on,
or
act crazy
No more hidden adages!
Unless being an addled...
You know my adherence,
The adventure
ad infinitum
affectionate
This agreeable afternoon under this tree
Will be a new affluence
deprived of
agony.
Poème © Liz - 27/VIII/2007
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I am swayed by your deep "Reflexion".
RépondreSupprimerI'll remember everytime : "You must achieved yourself
Act on,
or
act crazy".
Thanks, Liz, and congrats !
Your french friend
You're welcome my friend ;) Merci à toi miss, bises.
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