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Friday, March 23, 2007, 5:40 PM

The tiny globe
They wrap their fingers
Around so tightly
With such confidence


Without doubt
They stand up proud
Noses up high
And claim their prominence

Though some are weak
Won't dare to speak
They flame the globe

And stay in abstinence

They were never wrong
To sing their own songs
Of how the globe looks like
Their eyes, from.

To see it clearly is so simple, yet perplexing as distorted by factors in our lives. Learn to see through this mirrored window and you will acquire it yourself, the gift many thought was just plain ignorant, only can be truly understood by maturity itself.

Claws of my ego
Talons of my thoughts
Fangs of my resentment

All forgone.