fingersA Poem by m.s.earlyHere I am Clear and on a wave My spirit is collected And I am aware of who I am Pain is emanating This very effervescing moment I am beyond allegiance with time I am painting a beautiful picture of her fingers I am wetting my brush and directing the lines In the vapor domain of transcendence There is harmony Like converging flocks of blackbirds Blending on the wind
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5 Reviews Added on January 1, 2015 Last Updated on January 1, 2015 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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