A blank mind has no meaning, but a blank page says it all
The feelings are present, but the words can't express them all.
The picture reflects the artist's soul,
But the rest of his story is still untold.
Our desires are hidden within our dreams,
While our actions are written in bright red streams.
The search for happiness is unending
Because we seek to receive and fail to be sending.
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Peculiar Paradox
PoetryAn Anthology of Poems reflecting the thoughts of the heart of Terrie.
