words as instruments
Words are the creative instruments
To arrest as Art a vision held
And that is of the heart
To arrest as Art a vision held
And that is of the heart
Again your precious eye captures me and my hope becomes like the sun Burning gloriously...as the life pleaser but suddenly, reality is as a cloud. To strike again, ... and gone the warmth... To those dreams lived with in hope... By... Simon Auchterlonie
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