A tolerant revolution began
The exact diameter of doubt
A product of the monster perhaps
Some confusion of steam
(Though young in me it was no child
Really just the oldest of old feelings)
The dismissal of which was temporary
A tolerant revolution began
The exact diameter of doubt
A product of the monster perhaps
Some confusion of steam
(Though young in me it was no child
Really just the oldest of old feelings)
The dismissal of which was temporary
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
A Teen's Definition of Life
Amateur poetry can be found here
From Sunset to Dawn
Words are wild, so is my heart.
words. spirit. alchemy.
poetry to heal and inspire
Writing and Stuff by Chris Hall - Storyteller and Accidental Blogger
As long as there's breath, there will always be HOPE because nothing is pre-written and nothing cannot be re-written!
Cindy Knoke
