“I feel, I feel, like a transient being
Being without being, seeming without seeming;
Fragile, fragile, fragile.”
Archive for January, 2011
Fragile, Fragile, Fragile: Poem
Posted in Existential poetry, psychological poetry, tagged being without being, crossroads, foreign lands, fragile, garden bowers, instant, like my shadow, my mind is my own, people go, places change, seeming, shadowed paths, transient being, walk alone, walkalone on January 17, 2011 | Leave a Comment »


