Proverbs 18:4A Poem by Alister FlikDrawn out of deep waters, the air hits my soaked skin with a calming chill. Uneasy to forget the path that led to the miry depths without foothold for aid. Surrounded, engulfed by that flood. Swift to sink with the weight of hate. Uneasy to reopen a mouth that unleashes hurricanes, with words that carry with them the rush of a heart's murky purpose. © 2008 Alister FlikReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 21, 2008 Last Updated on February 23, 2008 AuthorAlister FlikAboutWhat to say? I could be boring; say what is obvious: I like writing. I could be bizarre; say something random: I like frogs. I could be mysterious; say nothing: What do you want from me? Ask. .. more..Writing
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