here is many door. and you always
hit into my most. often when there is no me.
you are stopping. and you are entering.
in order after oneself to leave something.
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you only mistook rising tides and drain holes for the deluge - asilly think. we are after all on the bend. what's this? and 'rope of sand' hmmm really sweet and meaningful and deep feeling poem. well done good poet
In the dream, everythink is possible what can convince this poem about. Curiosly written. It is worthwhile reading :)
the deluge - asilly think. we are after all on the bend. what's this? and 'rope of sand'.................oh what a imagery of life as entwined through time and space as when inter woven across ages, yet a write ingenious, wellpenned,10++, thanks for sharing
I love this idea of being on the run, and of the past spirits recognising that person as soon as he crossed the threshold. Thats brilliant and i relate to it so totally. So well done x