tales from the murky splurge for Monday, February 13, 2012

Monday, February 13, 2012

Valentine

I feel your senses folding fair Kiss on the back of my neck through my hair Silent still whispers kissing the twine Twisting the poetic phrase valentine Far are your touches finger tips lost Cold are the days where your loneliness crossed Journeys go nowhere and tired are your limbs Wrapped in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.

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