Poetic ProphecyA Poem by Frieda P~people come and go, souls touch our essence some rock our psyche to the core other's hum sweet lullabies in every instance we are changed by generosity or malcontent hit by incandescence's stark light, perhaps plunged to total darkness every breath we inhale of another's poetry, our indulgences austere or elaborate leaves an imprint within our chamber housing love, hate and indifference into eternity's vast ocean of insights of our own reflective perception of vision divination's flowing through our wings touched by angels subliminal prophecies © 2014 Frieda PFeatured Review
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Added on December 28, 2013Last Updated on January 9, 2014 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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