A melting pot of emotion, <br />Lives lived and read. <br />some hidden behind <br />heavily clothed words <br />some naked to the eye. <br />A cultural treat. <br />The celebration of word. <br />Each click <br />is like walking into a room <br />on chirstmas day staring <br />at a hundred presents <br />wrapped up in the lure <br />of a teasing title. <br />The unkown, the lonely <br />the pig headed, and <br />the wise, <br />sharing one patch of grass. <br />Often when things are not <br />going to smootly I am <br />treated to a kind comment <br />or two. <br />A hermit on the hill <br />brought back to the market <br />place of his past. <br />words from all directions. <br />Curtians are opened <br />light comes seeping through. <br />This poem is seen as it is written <br />but is brought about by all of you. <br /> <br />note: as cheesy as this sounds this site has in many ways improved me as a person and as a poet, not all may understand but you was never meant to, for you have your own path to follow.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-thankyou-to-those-who-know-poemhunter/
