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Soft spoken strokes

soft spoken
strokes grazing against
the cool
woven with
withering white.
Nurturing a
for light.
That boldly
begins burning
out it’s passionate
pale plume
of a plea .
Which is
always seen
reaching out
towards an
royal reverie .
Whom is
too afraid to
walk amongst reality .

Last few words: 
Granted when I was writing the or now my head feels like mine shaft slowly caving inward so the poem might be jumbled. If so I’m sorry and send my deepest apology.
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But it kinda gallops along. Not quite uniform but it’s rhythmically suggestive.

It’s pretty surreal in the subject matter and that’s really cool. There’s a lot of layers to consider. I’m gonna come back and take another stroll.

Nice imagery,

It’s kind of hard to think sense I’m writing with an overdraining shunt which causes me headaches sometimes feels like my heads getting wider sometimes it feels like it’s caving inward.

But my point is that when your painting your trying to sew all your feelings, thoughts hopes and dreams into your work so for at least a short while you can look and see that dream that never has met reality.

Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.

author comment

I really like these lines of alliteration:

woven with
withering white.

paints a picture in the mind!

*respect, Cat

When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.

Thinking the exact same thing. Grabbed me immediately.

Good rhythm.

towards an

Towards a

Hope you have been OK

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