Monday, January 20, 2014

poem - Literary Pleasure

She is not moved
Of the world buzzing around her-
She has her thoughts keeping her
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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