what sun buttered and silent things one hears when listening..the littlest particles come out of hiding and introduce themselves to one who wants to see
I. . I 'm speechless.. I've read it like four to five times again and again. Catches a different idea each time, each time more complicated one. I like it.
i love the idea of clouds beneath your feet, so much originality to this poem, you bring april to us, as the year moves forward and spring begins to blossom in full :)
we are not defined by circumstances but by the way we treat those, Romania
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any cliche could fill this page, just to let you know a side of myself. but any side of myself would be just one part of me, and therefore an incomplete description. i'm not modest enough to pretend w.. more..