a random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of... well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry.
Friday 26 September 2008
The Spark
Glittering through stained glass windows of the soul, The infant spark of inspiration - a sunrise wild and pure; The coloured crystal sends its silent fingers Melting into colours new, stretching ‘cross the floor
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