tales from the murky splurge: YEMANJA SINGS

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Tuesday, March 3, 2009

YEMANJA SINGS

FREE IS LOVE TO FLY THE MAST THE SPRAY SHE LIFTS TOWARDS BRIGHT STAR IT WAS IN STANCE AND GRACE THE DROPLETS DANCE IN SPACE, ON THE WIND ARE CARRIED WORDS WE HEAR AND SHAKE OUR HEADS FOR IT IS JUST A LOVERS SONG AND VERSED TO PROVE THE OTHERS WRONG 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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