Originally posted on Pouring My Art Out:
We dance on strands made of words and ideas… we cast about ourselves a nebulous web of that which we hold most dear, and then perch upon the gleaming, silken filaments… we hope to lure others to see the beauty of that which we have constructed, to entangle them…
Originally posted on LATENT CONFESSIONS:
To my dear friend, I extend my hand, but your outstretched arms were not close enough for me to reach. I want to embrace you, but your weak body and soul are too far for me to hold. I want to ease your pain, but I cannot mend your wounds.…
Thanks to Twin Daddy I found a blogger I am going to have to seduce into writing a poem with me. I got lost in his blog for awhile and I hope you do too.
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