Equal free verse your thought, wings to the wind on grasslands of ripe wheat, on the wild breaking waves, slipping between the Tufts of the recent herbs, between the trunks of the trees and the rustic presence of the beasts of the field. This feeling of liberation and independence seduce the most closed spirit faced with the reading of this dawn of future visions. With singular Concord, untethered to the discipline of rhyme, it reels harmonies on the paper with each sign of his magical poetry.
Friday, July 4, 2014
Visionary Incident Household
Equal free verse your thought, wings to the wind on grasslands of ripe wheat, on the wild breaking waves, slipping between the Tufts of the recent herbs, between the trunks of the trees and the rustic presence of the beasts of the field. This feeling of liberation and independence seduce the most closed spirit faced with the reading of this dawn of future visions. With singular Concord, untethered to the discipline of rhyme, it reels harmonies on the paper with each sign of his magical poetry.
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