Trudging through malleable thoughts
grandiose gatherings
I seek a spot
on the leap of an inkling
memories struggle
seven springs have gone
one honor left until face-palm
falling embers seek close ties
no discrimination against dirt
smiles are fireworks
liting the soul
from here to infinity
You cannot hide
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on the leap of an inkling memories struggle seven springs have gone....... yearning for the skies away from earthly domain into the world of faith.. thank you dear poetess. tony