This mystery I try to unravel,
Much have I yet to discover.
Everyday I endeavour,
My findings surprise myself.
Definite description of me,
Still a distant dream to me.
My growing blossoming soul admits
That verily is the true me.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
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3 comments:
I always liked this description, which i first saw on your profile :)
a really nice poem.
im wondering if the word "growing" on the line before the last is really needed? because blossoming/growing might mean the same thing?
i wish i can write stuff like this one day :).
Oh now i see why you used growing blossoming. it makes sense :)
disregard my earlier suggestion :)
Thanks for the comment. I did think of budding and blossoming to replace "growing blossoming", but they dont bring out the essence of what I am trying to convey :-)
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