Still up in the sky
wandering the clouds
certainly now would I
be the first to fall
stumbling shattered shrouds.
While walking streets tall
looming lives lingering
across miles of fantasy all
holding lives in time
we wander without ending
Thinking sometimes love a crime
we haven’t any way
to estimate truly a sublime
delight upon passion is wed
though only mystique remain today.
Is it the truth we might somehow dread
the body physical – sensuality so misled.
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Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
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A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart. This is my blog that highlights other works, for my poems and musings please follow me on http://myshellecongeries.wordpress.com/
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