HomeA Poem by Liam Nealey
Sapphire Skies painted by Green furred Brushes.
I share my soft, Brown Bed with many unseen Mates. What gentle Angel softly, warmly kisses my Body and Soul? What unseen Hand fans my weary brow? Steady ebbs and flows, fast and wild churns, Always moving, and yet, Ever where I am meant to truly Be. Beneath these Waters, upon these Skies, within these Forests About my Mountains I am at Home. © 2010 Liam Nealey |
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Liam NealeyGAAboutI write for myself, things that I like to read. However, I welcome reviews! I find it very interesting how a poem can take on a life of its own, how it can gain more meaning than it was written with, .. more..Writing
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