Poetry Sometimes poetry is silent… Sometimes a masterpiece has no canvas… Sometimes music has no sound… Sometimes… It’s just good to be alive. Spread My Filth!!!Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related 3 thoughts on “Poetry” Add yours well said! Reply Reblogged this on Martha Keim-St. Louis' blog and commented: yeah, it does Reply ❤ Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.
well said!
Reblogged this on Martha Keim-St. Louis' blog and commented:
yeah, it does
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