tales from the murky splurge: The portrait artist 5

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Tuesday, February 21, 2017

The portrait artist 5

So You look and lean forward and you see something else, what do you suppose you see? You with an all knowing smile, oh god I see it now, and I should hide behind my ego, sickly and withered, ashamed. the feeling and baring soul is not yours but mine. 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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