My head knocks against the stars. My feet are on the hilltops. My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life. ... Read full text
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny. How poetic you are dear poet. tony
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Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny. How poetic you are dear poet. tony