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My name is a gift Not an arbitrary adjunct to A supposition made by Foreign tongues. Tongues that speak with lyricism and cool; Tongues that fork and drool Venomous charm. If… Continue reading This is not a typo – MPoWriMo
Originally posted on Diary of a Person Being Human:
Misguided as I sometimes feel I mean no harm to any soul. I mean only To send good wishes, to stray only where my heart leads me, Then to wend my way back to where home is. If I should appear upon your step, bearing gifts in my two hands Know that I do so because you called me forth To tell you of your forgotten stories, your loves and losses, And tales of beginnings with no endings. If you usher me away, I will have said my piece, Played my… Continue reading A Bed Time Story
My gift is to you all; To humanity and the stars. I shall paint your world again With the colours of the heart. Give vision to those without sight; Make heard what needs be listened to; Give warmth to … Continue reading The Book of Ariel – The Overseer Part 2
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