This LightA Poem by Matt DeFranco
Lo, as I sift the dust that compliments
my palpable inhibitions Abject yet content, disoriented yet blithe For where is one man great not settled in the abyss One who's not reached beyond his own and cried for the magnitude of safety Beyond all strength and pain, all recompense and avarice it shone... Who with all knows nothing and who with nothing will have all Seeing that all is nothing beside completely being in it... What values fade beyond condition What ventures seem to have lost, But in me still illumes... ...this light. M.A.De. © 2014 Matt DeFrancoReviews
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8 Reviews Added on January 13, 2014 Last Updated on January 29, 2014 AuthorMatt DeFrancoArlington, TXAboutA great writer is not always so eloquent with his words, not always the best orator, not even the most profound within literacy; but one who is led by his pen through the inspiration of the heart. One.. more..Writing
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