

wordsThe words in head mingle inconspicuously Hidden by an opaque veil of equations They float on whispers of inspiration and Murmurs of fading dreamswords
The words that once sprung from the
fountains of my fingertips Now lay still Awaiting impatiently their chance to push through The barriers and cascade down the waterfall
Excited, enthusiastic, optimistic, and naive
At the end they will meet They will mingle much more boisterously Pairing and teaming up Forming their own groups, stanzas
They will merge and push against the last barrier &n
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Christophe B.
im really new at this!
your pictures are very kool
keep it up
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When Art is your Life
Quebec
=Wonderful-World
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You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
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xXxthe night was blue like drowning in a cocktailxXx
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