As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Thursday, September 2, 2010


Sometimes things are built to fall.
Sometimes things are given voice to sing.
Sometimes things have hands to make.
Sometimes things are blessed with spirits to dream.
Sometimes things love, feel, desire, care.
Sometimes things were given darkness fueling hate anger and fear.

Can spirits be caught amongst this existence, maybe the destiny can drag us in, clutching and smothering the spirit???

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