Still looking through this page of dreams as the days go by, trying to keep it clear, but I'm loosing it here to the twilight, screaming clouds touching my skin, blue skies are near and I will fear this never ending nightmare.
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Another Ryan...and from New Yorl, no less....Good to have you aboard...I like the pictorial work here Michael, however, the poem needs flow...structure...Consider this, and with a very few minor text modifications. You have talent, and mucho potential...Keep that pen pumping! Still looking through this page of dreams as the days go by... trying to keep it clear. Screaming clouds touch my flesh, blue skies emerging...turn to black... And i will fear this nightmare never ending. Just an idea, Michael, no slight intended on you or your efforts, at all....Your work is commendable... FjR