World Through The Looking Glass
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Last published Tue, Jul 19, 2016
My words are often stones that crush a soul,
or flowing fields of flowers that bring a smile.
At times their message heals a broken heart -
becoming swords that sever love from hate.
Thus quill in hand its nib flings fire-y darts.
I cannot know the mark which they may find,
nor if the target they may chance to pierce,
will bring reward or some remorseful curse.
Yet searching in my soul I thus draw forth:
black flowing ink to fill white paper scrolls.
The dark of blackness then more clearly viewed
becomes a living word when shown in light.
original poetry and poems compiled in a book
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