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Feb 2016
The poet is always looking for the next song to rise out the solid mass of a World that keeps on insisting to be noticed
its the inner worlds of hearts and minds that this poetry is seeking
a touch sublime and so ordinary anyone can sing it
where the strings of harps play themselves and all is rooted for the nourishment of souls making their way through the forest.
Written by
nivek
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