Your whole sense of gravity shifts, and suddenly, nothing is right, but it's perfect...Or is it the other way around? I don't know, but I do know that the only thing that matters in that moment, is us, and how nothing seems to move. Or maybe it is moving around us, and we are just standing still....like time has stopped for us and us alone. Nothing else matters. Nothing else exists.... This moment is important, and suddenly everything is different, even though nothing has changed at all.
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From Within the Heart
PoetryThere are no words that can really and truely describe a collection of poetry. This collection features works written solely from the heart, nothing pre-planned or carefully written out. Poetry is often used to express passions that the heart calls...
