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April 5th, 2002
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2002 snow, so gently falling
that you almost forget it is snow.
sunlight streams throught the clouds and the birds are chirping.
Is the world as confused as I am, then?
Winter of darkness or Spring of re-birth?
Does it matter?
In this moment
between the world and me,
no,
it does not matter.
I am alive! I am living!
and if granted nothing else in the seasons to some,
I was granted this,
this one day of delightful confusion,
between me and the world.
days like these are nice sometimes :)
I like this,
it almost makes me enjoy the canadian winter
lol,
nice piece.
The General
Well, well - I love Spring and the senses it evokes, but never quite sat down long enough to truly flesh out "this one day of delightful confusion". I was initially drawn to this poem because it was, incidentally my 19th Birthday :-) Can it not be both mortality and birth, in the same breath?