Prose As A Rose because flowers wither in pots and vases and in framed pictures elements a-mess, why still i thought of sending a bouquet replete with words my pen could utter, when I, a wandering byte in this cyber world of faint characters and forgotten bits can paint a petal from keys and double-clicks. intrepid feelings borne on sent flowers is not like the courage rehearsed as a poem, never having to fade, rewarded immortality in cyberspace. this aroma of words silhouetted as a rose. Wither it shall not in vases or pots. to catch a wandering byte, we all should be in time; to find a lost character, we must find a home -- the Net, our abode, is a resounding metaphor! --JongCalderon Other Pages and Poems HOMEPAGE: Weatherman's Dome The Net Has Become A Bad Habit WeatherForecast In FreeBytes Far Too Many Of Us Friends Listen Adam&Eve's Internet Chat Prose As A Rose Mathematics Of Our Connection Missing the Net Framed Lyrics For A Jazz Album: Uncut Whispered Lines, Muted Rhymes Signs Of The Times Choose Your Art Stranger Still the Ways of My Pen Tagalog Song Heard Over the Net Tenth of Mnemosyne OpenEnded Open End Between Us Stands an Ampersand Cruising on Edsa Tanghaling Tinanaw Ko Identity Links&Mails, Connections&Chains TekaMuna...WalaPa Mga Anino ni Mang Ano Walls for the Anti-Nowhere League Red Like Guthrie Links&Mails, Connections&Chains2 Iloveyou Is A Verse Soul Intercourse Love Me Dream Sequences 2 Deaths --------------------- LINK: The Poetry of CesMillado Thank you so much! Please visit again for updates. Mabuhay!
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