Poems come and poems go,
they twindle and winde,
though the hands of time.
We pass along the endless find,
of that one poem,
that is perfect you see,
Because, it was meant for you and me.
It speaks to hearts,
far and near,
that poem, that was so dear.
As you can see,
This is only meant,
for you and me.
Poems come and poems go,
but, only one is true,
As my heart,
Speaks to you.
Peace
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UNISPIRICAL aka THE METAPHYSICIAN
I'm an Indie Publisher creating Indie Musicals {music videos}.
To discover and understand, transcending the transparency of consciousness, of the most fantastic life force ever known. To communicate with organic life within consciousness and present knowing through the 5 senses. To let the energies of life flow in and out of life.
Light and Love
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