Hidden Place

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    Hidden Place

     There's this hidden place, that I wish I could find. Seems like thunder, lighting, this storm raging inside. I'm waiting wanting it to come down, seems so blue. I can't see thru the haze of blues, melocoey blues, the Jones has a touch of it to. Not getting enough, not knowing enough to see it through. Is it me or is it you? 

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    jademelissa74 commented on Hidden Place

    07-16-2009

    A wonderful portrayal of confusion and sadness. I really like the passion in which you managed to write this piece. Great job!
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    windympearson

    07/16/2009

    thank you

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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