The itch of literature can only be cured by the scratch of a pen. My passion is writing poetry. I write poetry to be free - freedom is my ideal. ' Until I'm tangible, I'm still a dream ' Silentdreamer💭
Thursday, 7 September 2017
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THE CROSS ✝
Scene of reckoning; Calvary's painted in a bloody slaughterous hue - O, the mood of anarchy, Dark as the pool of sin mortals wallo...
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"Blood makes us related; friendship and loyalty makes us family" When you think about baby sisters', There's someth...
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Calm weather in june, Sets the right corn in tune... Let it be known, You need only to be still; Lamps with unrest, Are soon snuff...
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Scene of reckoning; Calvary's painted in a bloody slaughterous hue - O, the mood of anarchy, Dark as the pool of sin mortals wallo...
Awesome piece Owen
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DeleteStillness is the altar of the spirit.Be still.
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Awesome piece Silent Dreamer
Thanks Sibyl for visiting! 😊
DeleteTons of gratitude Ben and Sibyl for visiting. Thank you. 😊
ReplyDeleteNice piece as always
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ReplyDeletegood work there, looking forward for more.
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