To call a name on someone unknown
Like a label hanging on this piece of cloth
With the wind rustling on it's endless strolls
To the tree sighing on its ultimate fall
So special yet so ordinary to all that's crossed
So special yet so ordinary an identity once known
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Author:
arial (
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Comments2
Lables like categories a useless form of identification. Pejorative they deminish the dignity of the individual. A most interesting poem
A name that is given and behind it the burden you must carry off as an individual ..thankyou dear poet for your compliment and understanding of my poem..
many things are cast aside or not dealt with correctly, by just sticking a label on them. Enjoyed the read
Yes dear poet .an identification like a tag once put and benefited off as far as the wind rustles..thankyou for the compliment and the understanding of my poem...
You are very welcome
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