The Soul (Unbinding)A Poem by Constance-OutspokenA poem for the "poetry and lyrical challenge" group, where we were given the title "The Soul" and the theme "inner peace".
Silver thread, needle of the eye,
power encumbered by little mass, uncharted terrain we shall canvass wholly when in dormancy we lie Hunger pains no bread may stave fester within its deepest caches; self-lie crumbles to windblown ashes: we see each man to his own's a slave Peace then rests within its control-- a force with no tangible form on display-- we must comprehend how wee ones play to recall this higher conquest of the soul © 2010 Constance-OutspokenReviews
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13 Reviews Added on March 24, 2010 Last Updated on March 24, 2010 AuthorConstance-OutspokenWho wants to know where I am, when who I am is all that matters?, KSAboutMeh. I write crap. I write crap because I've always been alone. more..Writing
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