I will never say now
that I can't write poems.
'cause I don't,
the words are not mine.
They just flow,
when they feel like it.
Just like a river,
meandering it's way across the ocean,
even when merged into it.
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Wandering thoughts of a mystical poet. He doesn't claim to be the author. The words just flow through him and he pens them whenever he can. You may not agree with all of what's written here but if these words touch you in any way, please let him know. If they offend you, then also let him know. He would like to hear from fellow travelers on their mystical journey. Thanks for stopping by and giving a few moments of your life.
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