Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
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Tuesday, January 3, 2012
simonpoetically: I WRITE.......
simonpoetically: I WRITE.......: Relentlessly I write Certainly not about smiles For I know how abject poverty Stamps a sneer on a politicians’ mouth I sing pra...
simonpoetically: I WRITE.......
simonpoetically: I WRITE.......: Relentlessly I write Certainly not about smiles For I know how abject poverty Stamps a sneer on a politicians’ mouth I sing pra...
simonpoetically: I WRITE.......
simonpoetically: I WRITE.......: Relentlessly I write Certainly not about smiles For I know how abject poverty Stamps a sneer on a politicians’ mouth I sing pra...
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