Alter Sophia

weary and awake with high thoughts in mind
of love and of hope and were both to find
not just for myself, but for all of those lost
that know not love's joy that comes with cost
just to listen to the music that s written in the stars
from the pen of the Master, which I am behind its bars



Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-03-31 at 22:53

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Your choice and control and wielding of words is always delectable. A gift worth sharing indeed.
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