Out of focus?
Some times our mere existence is poetry
Other times our broken hearts are poetry
When we exist in the ever changing moment
we are like one When we get caught up in our
own thoughts we become unreachable
but remain as beautiful as we will ever be
no matter how we shine inside our own
darkness Can you feel the dancing flame
in your heart? Be with it for a while.
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2015-03-07 at 20:08
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