Minor observation.A Poem by But,itis,theend
Nothing like being caught in a flourish.
Words spilling out frenzied Tumbling over each other To have their meaning heard. The audience is soothing but never the purpose. Or always. Someone said Please don't let me be misunderstood And how spot on can you be. Someone has to be there To never understand. The struggle and joy Is to never stop trying. © 2016 But,itis,theend |
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Added on December 19, 2016 Last Updated on December 19, 2016 Author
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