A fresh breath of creativity
Warms my mind,
Swirling the stagnant waters
Of my intellect,
Raising my pulse
To a steady clip-clop of words,
Ideas paving the road
To a world of my own imagination.
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PoetryWhat is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you e...
