Two builders working in Kuala Lumpur vied to outdo each other's grandeur; but one tower is straight, and the other one ain't. So, I guess we know who won that war.
Kuala Lumpur Limerick
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a murder of crows
congregates on the concrete,
and I feel angst.
sure, I’m smarter than a crow…
but smarter than the murder?
Selected Poems by John KeatsThe columns of the forest lift the vaulted canopy. I walk down below on the trail that parts understory. Each step through the loam brings me home to barefoot days of yore. When I thought nothing of placing skin to the forest floor -- while letting the woods become me as I grew into it; I would yield my identity. To nature, I'd submit. And in a walk, I did become everything and nothing, falling into a peace at once humbling and stunning.