June 2010
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Poet
I’m feeling more rhythmical. I have more of a leap to my step, a sense of flow, like the words might just spill and make sense, and show beauty. A simply line such as “fireflies in the mist” might cause me to go into my world of unknown words and rhymes, rhythms and off punctuation. This isn’t happiness, this is pure unbound soul. This isn’t love, and baby,...
