StillA Poem by Matthew PaulFast penned dream poem
Still
Freestyle penning, matching the eyes gazing into the sands Openhearted, insides alive Fires free minds, timeless in self reflection Wordless thoughts dancing in spirits accord Moving, not side, nor back or forward Soaring still in infinities wonder Grazing the everywhere, steering back through oneself Countless passions ignite for reasons beyond linguistic title Ice cooling flames blue, burns that sooth kissing boundless reach Dreaming the dream of reason, origin and soul.
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Added on May 29, 2009 AuthorMatthew PaulEdenAboutThose that know; know. The dream is still the same as day one. embed wmode="opaque" src="http://static.ning.com/socialnetworkmain/widgets/index/swf/badge.swf?v=4.1.5%3A22017" FlashVars="backgroun.. more..Writing
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