playing with words 1A Poem by Ashly Christenlate night scribbles
Be still in the madness
be quiet in the loud
let your spirits rhythm be found
are you dancing in circles
are you blinded by sight
perhaps the blackness is masked by light
in the darkness I find myself
in the clouds I open my mouth
lost in music drowned by steps
I fear this piece is nothing less
© 2013 Ashly ChristenAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAshly Christenchampaign , ILAboutso, my name is ashly. I have been through alot in life, my childhood was anything but easy and I am constantly being faced with new hurdles and journeys. I have learned alot from all i have been t.. more..Writing
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