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TO ALL THAT HAVE GIVING, SUCH A GIFT OF WORDS, WE MAY NEVER MEET, BUT WE HAVE TRUELY BONDED,

IT IS THIS SITE THAT COMFORTS ME, HOLDS ME, AND CAPTURES MY ATTENTION,

IT IS SAID THAT YOU CAN COUNT YOUR FRIENDS ON ONE HAND, BUT IT IS NOT SAID THAT WRITERS HOLD EACH OTHER IN HUMMAGE,

WE ARE LIKE THE SEA ADRIFT WITH THOUGHT, ALIVE RADIANT, BEAUTY IS IN OUR HEARTS,

LIKE THE BIRD THAT FLY FREE, TO NEW HEIGHT’S WE KEEP ON REACHING, STRIVING TO BE, TO GIVE A THOUGHT A GIFT OF SIMPLE WORDS, AS WE DO BEST,

FREE LIKE THE CATERPILLER, TURNING INTO A BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY, CAPTURING, WITH INTRIGUE, OUR WORDS ARE LIKE A INSTRUMENT, THEY PLAY ON, ONE LINE ONE VERSE HOLDING YOU AT A STAND STILL, TAKING YOU BACK, TO THE HERE AND NOW,

A CARAVAN WE ARE, TRAVELING THIS WORLD FROM EACH CORNER WE MET HERE, TIME STAND STILL, AS WE READ A WRITE, TAKING OUR BREATH AWAY, WE READ, COMING TO THE BACK AN FORWARDS OF THIS SENTENCE WE STOP AN REREAD AGAIN,

WE EXPLORE THE UNEXPLORED; GRASP ITS WORDS, HOLD IT, WE HAVE THOUGHT’S THAT WE SHARE, SECRETS THAT WE REVEAL, LOVE THAT HURT'S AN A WORD OF WISDOM WE GIVE, WE THE THOUGHT OF FOREVER IT WILL BE,

FROM ONE DECADE TO THE OTHER WE STILL SERVE, WHAT POETS WE ARE, EDGAR ALLAN POE WOULD BE PROUD, MARK TWAIN WOULD TWINKLE WITH SUCH THOUGHT, SUCH ILLUSTRATION OF WORK,

SOME MAY SAY PHILOSOPHER, PHYSIOLOGIST, WE HAVE OUR ON INTERPRETATION OF WORDS, BUT I CAN ONLY SAY FRIEND, YOU ARE SOME TIMES THE BACK BONE WITHOUT KNOWNING THE HAND WHEN NEEDED THE SMILE WE SOMETIMES RARELY GETS AND THE HUG WE WANT, OUR TRUTH REST ON THE SHOULD OF OUR GREAT MASTERS PIECE OF THIS A POETS SONG,

HAVE YOU EVERY SEEN A RAINBOW FOLLOWED IT’S COLORS FROM ONE END TO THE OTHER, IF YOU HAVE, THEN IT HAS LANDED YOU HERE,

AN YOU CAN TAKE A BREATH CALLING IT HOME.

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