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Ayoubâ„¢ ([personal profile] ayoub) wrote2006-06-26 10:36 am
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Day 54

A road that runs
in both directions
a blade that cuts
both ways
not a gift given
with no expectations
rather an honour bestowed
with it's return demanded

Respect

[identity profile] burnedfeather.livejournal.com 2006-06-26 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
Not entirely true. I respect you without reciprocation expected. But that you do, I respect you that much more :)
Nice poem, got me thinking in circles debating with myself. That's the best kind!

[identity profile] ayoub.livejournal.com 2006-06-26 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
I believe that there's a time limit... if I respect someone, and nothing comes back, then the respect wanes...

Thanks :)

[identity profile] burnedfeather.livejournal.com 2006-06-26 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
I see how you mean. I was thinking on a different level of respect, much like respect for say... Michelangelo or Einstein. They could never respect me. But face to face respect is a much different sword, and I agree with you completely.

[identity profile] ayoub.livejournal.com 2006-06-26 10:42 am (UTC)(link)
I thought you might :)