I laid my head and dreamed of friends, Their laughter echoes in faraway corners, Still and frozen in time, they stay My journey took me far away. It is true, we move in a world made of trailing paths But the friends who stay behind forget we have gone Only to bring back the gift of stories To... 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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