HeedA Poem by Pete What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us. - Thoreau  I play notes, unable to make music. I see sky, unfit to kiss. I tread the channel, impotent to swim its current. I know a storm is approaching. A blind man told me. What will be, will be ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on April 27, 2020 Last Updated on May 9, 2020 Author
PeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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