poetryA Poem by brianna vegalet us live to observe and report the metaphors in life that need record those instances which no camera can capture the mood of a voice as soft as a whisper yet as demanding as a tyrant the soft sway of a mind changing like the tides shaping the sand that moves on with life washing away footprints so visible lets us record so memories can visit us vague words which let us connect discover emotions we havent lived yet
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1 Review Added on August 25, 2012 Last Updated on August 25, 2012 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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