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A Poem by Hoyle Brannacht

 

We grow from an unraveling story,
told with words from a silence agape,

to be picked by children

in the ripe light of day.

© 2008 Hoyle Brannacht


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brilliant!

Posted 16 Years Ago


Short, sweet. My meaning which is probably extremely wrong is that we all have a story to tell in our life, we all have some type of purporse. Also we have a type of innocence in us that will always will be there no matter life's twists and turns. (yeah I think that was totally wrong) I like your unique style.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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