SILENT ECHOES
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SILENT ECHOESI have posted a new one I have been working on for a couple of weeks now, it is called "Silent Echoes". I would greatly appreciate any and all comments and will ofcourse return the favor! Late at night when all the world sleeps in a peaceful and blissful slumber my mind is left in the quiet of the eve with nothing but the echos of my silent sceams... Purity of the soul, journey well!!! with grace and humility ANGEL- POB for life! akk A blind man walking... |
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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