tales from the murky splurge: butterfly ball contd...

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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

butterfly ball contd...

spider was sure of her grace she closed her eyes then spoke about her dreams and her fears and her lies she knew she was clever and had proved herself strong then the images came and she saw she was wrong My children are lost and I hear them calling but my love is left on the sand and I fear he is... 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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