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Read MoreIShadows over my heartLike shapes and sounds of moving trees in the breezeEverything needs a home from which to honeEspecially this art of poetry’sIIHowithurtsmyHeartIIITo have the hearth in the homeofour art unearthedlike death:The tome of alone.IVWriters needa foundational presenceto...
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Whoa, you’re geographics are mesmerizing! So unique. A little TS Eliot perhaps? Artistic. A prayer of creativity. Loved it.
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Phenomenal. Really liked: “Shadows over my heart
Like shapes and sounds of moving trees in the breeze”
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We are dreamers of dreams, and masters of our fates. People sometimes do what they say. They almost always do what they want. What do you really want? Make your dream your fate.
“Three hundred sixty degrees
Of
Three hundred sixty five days
Of
Poetic seas
of
Poetic ways
Where
I
Shall see: Days of
Grace”
Your word is your wand.
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I am literally speechless
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Read MoreLife is misery, death is contentment. Once more I step into daylight, but still washed in nighttime. Hues of misery shine in both night and day. Can heaven wait? I cannot wait forever for happiness. Whether it be the sun or moon, hues of misery shine.
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This is thought provoking. Can heaven wait? that is a question we will never know. Nice:
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Love the structure & content here. Marvelous job.