Visions In My Head Havent Been Seen, & Sounds From The Voices Were Mumbled/ When I Wrote The Words On The Page, They Made No Sense & Were Jumbled/ While Visiting The Four Corners Of My Mind, I Couldnt Understand Why I Couldnt See/ Im Thinking My Shining Light Has Went Dim, & Now I Cant Find My Way Towards Destiny/ But Somehow I Was Lead To This Place, & Its Marked Down Here On This Stone/ To A Garden Of Peace & Serenity, A Place Any Sane Person Can Call Home/ The Words & Pictures Are Seen Now, & Im Hearing The Voices So Very Clear/ They May Not Be Etched In Stone, But Its Volume Could Be Heard By Ear/ As My Ink, Continues, To Spill (c) TM
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 01:34:56 +0000
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