Sometimes by the stroll.A Poem by Kyle A. SmithSometimes, by the stroll. It captivates collections,
Forcing to fly, even I.
By the side wayward,
And to leave away;
Pricking, but not hurting,
Causing the trickle
And becoming dust.
Enduring, my dear, impact,
Throughout knows of beauty.
Resulting from course
To recycle and rebirth,
The rose below,
And grows along.
Yet I sit and I question,
I wonder, and grieve;
Is it more he? Then me?
Pondering more,
An end to the mind,
I sit, I must,
And watch the blood bloom.
© 2008 Kyle A. Smith
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Added on April 11, 2008 Last Updated on April 11, 2008 AuthorKyle A. SmithMIAboutThe only thing that i truly know that drives me is my music, the rest is just all jumbled together with everything, and it all seems to be connected. What I get out of that, is trials, dreams, love, a.. more..Writing
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