I am from winter blizzards and summer air,
I am from the split country,
I am from the land of polar bears
(that I've never seen)
I am from the South Sea,
I am from the universe unknown.

I am from the second month,
A child of the sixth day.
I am from two years prior 
To the Millenium Apocalypse.
I am from water pitchers and tiger stars.

I am from the effervescence of bubbles,
From the blooming trees,
I am from the singing of mockingbirds,
I am from the ticking of time,
I am from the writer's worlds.

I am from the pictures of a million words,
From the dreams of reality.
I am from the laughter, the joy, the sorrow.
I am from more years to come.



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    Two Quick Poems

    fat man sees small door
    he knows he cannot fit through
    tears flow free now
    -darkmoogle

    "Hope" is the thing with feathers-
    That perches in the soul-
    And sings the tune without the words-
    And never stops-at all-
    -Emily Dickinson

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