by BentleeSmith Falls, Ontario, Canada
Aug 2009 688 Views 3 comments
soul-ittude
when i write there's a peace within that comes forth, hard to describe exactly, it feels soft yet groomed, caring yet strong, thought filled incite, tangently directional, astray then found, challenged heights attained, a connection of thought to pen to paper. Often flowed only when the time is such.........
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Posted: Aug 2009
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