Spheres of morning sea brighten the fears of never uttering a breeze to fill the frozen glasses of those who have inhaled stars so potent that they have opened wide windows and blades of miniature forests drench the heart once more
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Words Better Unsaid
PoetryThis a collection of almost all the poems I have written. I will be updating sporadically,it all depends on what I can unearth from my Facebook ramblings & present feelings.
