After years of being a closet writer, my poems started to tell me they wanted to get out more . I have a roving rambling heart myself so I completely understand . Happy travels .

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

I HAD IT ALL THEN DREAMT OF MORE

Success wants it yet is shamed
Kills not spirit but ego's game
Path of learning and of strife
Knows not through to better life


Light all colorful and yet there
Whispers while the ground is bare
'Patience in the journey, love
Timing's what the treasure's of'



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