They whispered,
I stretch my limbsone by oneinviting the ache of poetryinto me.All the aching…
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You’re like a river,that was born to be one,who is unstoppable,doesn’t matter how many hurdles are in your way,a river…
If the world is but a stageAre we all words on a page?
Like the rain dancing upon the old tin roof,The words falling,streaming down, around, and through the…