Monday, January 20, 2014

poem - Literary Pleasure




She is not moved
Affected
Of the world buzzing around her-
She has her thoughts keeping her
Busy.
She never turned from understanding
Only wanted more
Like an addiction
Savoring each drop
Teasing herself as if it were the last
So much a student.
She is not moved
By petty, material, bane
She has no concept
Of the world around her
Only the world within.


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