Untitled Poetry

September 26, 2009 at 5:09 PM (Poetry)

I wrote this early last week on a whim on Facebook:

Passion of the heart never dies and the soul contains deep recesses of many facets,

but dismayed to show one,

Can adoration drive out the fear?

Can the walls ever disintegrate and open up completely?

Then my friend Carl Miller added to it:

When adoration evolves, it spreads like the wings of the albatross; mighty and wide.

When those ailerons beat, no fortification may be erected high enough to divide,

No matter the penance,

the trepidation and abhorrence.


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