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Author Name: Freebluefish 3 Comments
Date Added: December 17, 2004 15:12:19 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Stone Heart
Nook and crannies
To every thought
To every soul
There is much both
Hidden and known.

How i stand at the tiny well
Of my integrity.
The sun burns
its flaming concourses
against my flesh.
How I drink simply
Invisible script
That which I
have long hidden within.
No one else will drink it
Through I share it
With those who are thirsty
But the water of my soul
Is calm and lacks a exceptional flavor.
Mysterious strangers and odd creatures
Have strange understandings
It is enough for me
But insufficient for others.

Why must i wish for another
Treasure flowing
When I cannot use that
Which i hidden
Under the stone of my Heart.

i know only how to hoard
Offering is to hard and troubling
So I keep my silence
On the handles of the pail
Of my alien frailties .
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Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on December 18, 2004 01:53:20 PM Report
Sadly, this is true. How I wish you would break the silence.

Excellent work!

Comment By: PremiumLindaM on December 18, 2004 10:48:55 AM Report
Andrew, this is just beautiful. I find
it very touching. The water of your soul
may be calm but it definitely has
exceptional flavor in my eyes.
Regards, Linda
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on December 18, 2004 09:57:52 AM Report
ANDREW...Why must i wish for another
Treasure flowing
When I cannot use that
Which i hidden
Under the stone of my Heart.



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