Open Poetry #48 |
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Free running |
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Dawn Brink Junior Member
since 2011-04-28
Posts 44South Africa |
Free running through a maze of streets in a city of love, through a ghetto of trees with my soul streaming out and my feet fleeing peace. Drumrolls beat in, through the haze of a choir, through the classical movement, through a world set aflame. Passionate searching for the pain of adventure for the searing and cutting and hurt of the new, horizons crossed over and out and expanded with each strangers face (and his hands and his lips). To be unknown and unthought of in a whirlwind of places, of cities and mountains and statues and trees: I'm a freedon, a fleeing, a fleeting desire on a path to thje mystery, the meeting of fire. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...James |
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