time is burning away the essence of desire and as we run around the circle of want we find ourselves back at the starting line. i am to hold my dream in my own two hands and as i blow it into the breeze it will only be those who dare to fly that will be coated in its aroma. Breathing in the wishes,... 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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