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A Vortex To A Quill

shaped from the tiny fragmentation of the impulse in my mind
blinded by the mere silence in its brigade of solemn tenderness
alone I sit on a high hill visually seeing the passerbys visit then leave
a quaint encounter to the vast duration of negate circumstances
all of life is a test each of us is caught up in its fix you see
out of sincere necessity one is willing in which to achieve
the heavy garb of compromise is suddenly removed from there eyes
does it come at any big enough surprise the closing of the door
another window will appear this time very clear
light & love

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A Vortex To A Quill
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,faith,love
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