Potent Poetry Pot
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Stars and Strips
LONDON by: William Blake I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet of woe. Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forged manacles I hear. How Read more
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Dark Pools
Deep within the story of us declines. We travel down the road of not. Empty wounds erupt to fiery fury we oblige. Destiny gets us feeling again we embrace each other once more. More…Again… Fire the blaze within the soul does kindle. Love ignites the flame it burns. From our horror passion does consume our Read more
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Gifts
The heart’s gift the center fly. Each day resembles that of a kiss gently touching our being. We see ourselves in the darkness we await for light.Each breath precious as the wind blows. All the things that matter to me they matter to you. We all see past each Luminous collective the moon. A vibrant Read more