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“Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance†~T.S. EliotSometimes life is hard and a sometimes… well, it’s just a struggle.
Lost in confused belief of one small spark. Still quiet of darkening night as color fades. Haunting romance…
in the middle of a dream i woke in the night finding myself cold and alone under a…
Where do you go to find yourself?
This was (is) poem #12 from the prompt, The Smell of New Possibilities, posted by 451 Press Poets….
they will tell you every chance they get that boys are not supposed to cry time to call…