When Everything is Fine is Only Said in ShameA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormTraveling along with truth that has been tossing stones............The passing strokes of my heart remain on the canvas of the world. Waves of love watch as it paints an ambitious mirage, faintly touching the realms of comfort. Where does the beginning of dreams blow? to the west or the north Today’s pain seeps upon the seconds and I breathe a sigh into the winds of happiness and warmth. The small things, once again, float into unlit frames that looks into your eyes and then the worlds. While our spirits refrain from wishing lies were not deliberately told. Light swears it is hungry and doesn’t know it is flickering like a faithful poem, pushing to speak out about itself. Traveling along with truth that has been tossing stones. Lyrics say I love you and then cry to the back of guilt because it stared at you in a sense of wonder when they were wrote. In an atmosphere without meter or rhyme. The taste of a glimpse of wings leaves painted lips dancing in the flames. Unbound memories are more than we know when everything is fine is only said in shame. © 2011 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNeva 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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