wishing wells
wish with me in this vast fever I hear the march of flames the trumpets are buried their signal was never heard I almost touched God's hair I saw him plummet through the glass tears of heaven the...
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From the title and words it seems one islooking, searching and desiring somethingwhich is just out of reach but is seenevery once in awhile. I have probably missedwhat you mean but this is thought...
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Wise and thought provoking write this is!!!!!!!Beautifully writ!!!!!!!!!!Love,She.
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Doctor Livingston I presume, stepping out of the jungle gloom, where have you been Octo? We're all searching for something. By the looks of things, I'd say you've found it."I love being a writer, but...
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"at wishing wells maybe find Him under the filth of a penny"How wise you are Octoand may you be blessedas you bless us with your poems!SuSanne
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I think that if Time were a cloud, you'd be lying upon it watching fingers of sunlight reach down and touch people's faces, all the while twiddling a tuft of grass in your fingers and wearing a summer...
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Octo,Your poem touches a nerve in every reader - look at these incredible comments.I'm with Dan - I'm so glad I read this.The opening is like a sudden revelation of the end days, spectacularly...
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