Dust Gathering on My RhymesA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm'I am past recognizing solid ground and burning from the memories I keepI am suspended in a time that is lost in the laughter flowing from my lips. And no one ever told me, there is no way out of this.
I am past recognizing solid ground and burning from the memories I keep. Still, my Muse sings a lullaby while my destiny weeps.
Paper flowers litter the floorboard of my heart and go up in smoke inside my head. I can't control a single breath ahead.
My thoughts choose to stay inside the ink where there's no risk of living outside this time. I can feel dust gathering... on my rhymes. © 2013 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormAuthor's Note
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Added on February 14, 2013Last Updated on February 14, 2013 AuthorNeva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormGAAboutHello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia. My latest book and videos: My latest book - Mailing Letters to the Moon rm_f1st('6','182','true','false','000000','av2j3.. more..Writing
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