Carpe DiemA Poem by SleeplessVolcano
I have lots of words to sow
the problem is that I should know which patch I should avoid or not or else my fertile words will rot. Some speak in waterfalls of waste just babbling in endless haste not speaking light in what they say not learning how to seize the day. My foolish words I'll try to kill and hopefully one day I will see the gardens that have grown from seeds that I have wisely sown. © 2017 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 7, 2017 Last Updated on December 7, 2017 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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