pogo, coffee and me

with a bit of cinnamon and cream

Map

 Map

Lost, we seek a map

to our existence;

meaning to our meaningless lives

fragile wings

battered in life’s transience

buffeted by stormy winds.

November 3, 2007 Posted by | collective stock agency, insects, macro, nature, summer | 2 Comments

   

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