ThoughtA Poem by Silentspeaker
The sand falls
Into oblivion Into thought No peace of mind, no drooling mouth Ideas come like the graves of nations You spit on the fount For you, there is not blessing And we're all thinkers Let the waves take me Let me savor this fruit I know We know
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2 Reviews Added on October 15, 2013 Last Updated on October 15, 2013 AuthorSilentspeakerFLAboutGood pessimist Somewhat good optimist Musician Writer (oh really?) I want to understand the world and get rid of this pride and ignorance that's built up in me. "Being human" is only an excuse. "E.. more..Writing
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