The InsideA Poem by Matt DeFrancoHail, to destiny and all that it accounts! For, I will not wind like a toy or hang as a puppet But through desire, through pain might purpose become it I do not know with my eyes but I see, love and things way beyond what seems. I feel the soil, with my hand but does that mean I've felt the unearthed parts of understanding's land It's when I just sit for awhile Some call it content I say it's knowing the power of powerlessness and letting the soul relent And oh, unlisted curiosities the ones that man visits to his monstrosities And what about apostasies from given plan Do I know that truth's roots come not from merely man Yeah, so today I'll rise Whether fortune greets me or instead it says goodbye I say "that's fine" cause whatever destiny takes I'll always have... ...the inside. Matthew Andrais DeFranco © 2014 Matt DeFrancoReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 13, 2014 Last Updated on May 24, 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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