Distant Poet Comments

Hello there distant poet from far across the world, to the eyes of a standing man, to the heart and ears of a young beginning poet girl, to those that sit by the sea wishing they could catch and ride the waves, to a place they want to be, for this is their heart filled crave, to the pages of books and from inquisitive looks, to pictures in magazines, to the flickering images lit there upon your favored computer screen.

I ask, when your alone have you wondered of the works of one another that we shared, the thoughts we have compared and think what they truly mean, and the site of each others faces that so many times we have pictured in our minds and dreams, but have never really seen. Could we ask what to this world does our talent seem to bring, are we just substitutes in place of hearing angels here on earth sing, or is it the way that we express these thoughts and words what seem to be what wipes our minds clean, of the wasteful use, that burdens them of mental insanity abuse or is it here to be expressed by worse, because this talent that’s said to be a blessing in disguise is really a poisonous curse. Were we destined to know each other from the opening of our eyes at the first site of birth, or meant to only hear of each others thoughts and accomplishments as they came to everyone else here on the planet we call home but is known as earth.
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