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When the Pen runs dry

when the pen runs dry and the call to Muse is canceled by indifference the return is slow
each word squeezed of juicethe only way to grasp the magic is to toll in the stony fields among the rustic ruins of struggle hoping the voice returnsand fingers fly to keep pace

Sunday, May 23, 2010

FREE TO LOVE

Here in the eyes of my mind
Here in the soul of my mind
Here in the heart of my mind
This is where we meet
This is where we love
This is my life
and its good...

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