I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other ...
I write when I feel the words calling to me... Feel free to indulge in my thoughts scattered across the paper.
As I have said in one of my poems: Once I have a pencil in my hand I am the god of my own little ...
Vancouver BC Canada. I allow my poetry to speak for me, where my words in description do no justice, and simply annoy me :)
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