Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue
Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue
Green, know your own truth.
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Steve Lance
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So Unreachable Until we unleash our mind And then we may soar
By Steve Lanceabout a year ago in Poets
Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti3 days ago in Fiction
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Genius.
This says a lot in so few words. Well done.