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 Google+ (Opens in new window)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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