 POEM OF THE DAY - AND IT FLOWS...... By Falconwriter. I wondered lost and weary high upon the hillside, looking down frowning and wondering... the natures of freedom and spare, where the core and the boundaries circle in parallel with the universe, the battles below slashing for a fare, clanging steels of shining pride. A ringing echoes like musical spheres. sweat trickling down grooves of wear, where weathered surfaces bruised and stretched half buried, peeking through the tears until the crust burst open wide and flows into the thrusting tide. Written by Falconwriter
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