Ink In the WindA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormThe time has come and whispers to me from the lips of the universe that the stairs of the fiercest storm are covered with everything that I have hidden in my mind..........I tremble when I hear the voice of the wind saying, “why should I even care if my actions close the eyes of those who yield to me?” and all that I know is that here I stand with pen in hand in a world of my own making, contemplating a potential stalemate. The time has come and whispers to me from the lips of the universe that the stairs of the fiercest storm are covered with everything that I have hidden in my mind, confusion attempts to run through my veins creating a madness with fingers oh so unkind. I gaze at the warm sun and wonder how I lost the desire I had in my younger days to bravely sing to the world from a throat that had not forgotten how it feels to stand in the gap or what it takes to expose winds that do not care who their actions destroy. With pen in hand I speak to the wind with words the same as if I called upon twelve thousand angels whose wings float upon each gale as if they were merely part of a beautiful dream, once again I feel safe in this world of my own making, my trembling ends. © 2011 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormFeatured Review
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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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