SignsA Poem by H.Riddle me this.A puzzle I give to inquiring minds--
What is an eye to the blind, but an eye? call upon mysteries, Freedom and Bliss, yet to hands there exists not a sign for the silence. musing and wise is a mother of riddles, who © 2008 H.Author's Note
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1 Review Added on March 19, 2008 Last Updated on March 23, 2008 AuthorH.Panama City, FLAboutI've thrown away the map, but can't let go of the wheel. I'm a musician. I've been writing poetry for much longer than I've been playing, so it's odd I consider myself as such first and foremost. .. more..Writing
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