What He IsA Poem by ParamountHis voice was solemn, without an inkling of suspension His stance was irreplaceable, without a hint of caution His grip on reality was like a skilled stone mason His precision was like the sound of a waterfall He walked with a pace more tactful than a lizard And his heart rests on the fact that he empathizes with the humble © 2016 ParamountAuthor's Note
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Added on January 26, 2016 Last Updated on January 26, 2016 AuthorParamountFLAboutI write poems and short stories about a variety of topics, regarding whatever inspires me at the time. more..Writing
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