I wish to create like William Blake. I wish to put all my trust in fate. I wish to believe the glowing light, which once in a while I see, should be an angel from the creator, to fiercely watch over me.
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When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
I wish to create like William Blake. I wish to put all my trust in fate. I wish to believe the glowing light, which once in a while I see, should be an angel from the creator, to fiercely watch over me.
I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray. View more posts
Smith Shine Poetry
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Very cool…
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Thanks my friend have a good week.
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Wise wishes 🙂
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And, please add your friend, Fred. (Friedrich Nietzche) He BOMB for creation, as is Erich Neumann in his “The Place of Creation.”
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ahh my old mate Fred…
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