Is it in the smoke
Before our vision
When we blow
In the words
On the page
Between the truth and the myth
In the water-worn bottle that
Washes up on the shore
Or just simply
In your eyes.
Is it in the smoke
Before our vision
When we blow
In the words
On the page
Between the truth and the myth
In the water-worn bottle that
Washes up on the shore
Or just simply
In your eyes.
Essays, poems and stories for an uncivilised reader
Rhymes . Emotions . Naive
Poetry and fiction not intended for the masses — Sam M. Phillips
Life is adventure, poetry and love.
Pages of my mind : collecting words, experiences and memories...
A writing blog by H.R.R. Gorman
Video games past, present and future.
My view, tho' somewhat askew...
Gorgeous journey I took in your words.
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