The StreetA Poem by TammeI visit the street Where the spirits live Some call it noise, That gives rhythm to my feet And a smile to my lips.
Around the corner... I trip over a man. A hobo to some, An artist to me, Of the woeful souls, To save for another day, As they become his tools. He creates?
My face is glowing, Enchanted by the dreamer Indulged by my artist. I found my peace,
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21 Reviews Added on April 16, 2008 Last Updated on January 29, 2009 AuthorTammePoconos, PAAboutSomething I have learned and you should know: It's not always all about me. I don't take everything so seriously, but don't take me as shallow. more..Writing
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