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A poets pen Has no end It starts in the mind And continues on Verses and prose Bridges and phrases Flowing like a ripple A drip drop Of ink in A sea of thoughts Mind-blogging emotions Cresting and subsiding Words hovering over Your once empty Page like a wave Until every word Has been said And then you Start all over again The cycle never ends You come back for more Again, and again, And again A love affair of words In motion It’s a beautiful thing A poets pen. ~T.G~ A Poets Pen can be found in the book "A Thousand Words". click the link to purchase...….. http://thebp.site/215878

Moments in Love (Reflections by Taneisa Grier) Real & true love isn't sacrificial. Only fools choose to loose time for tomorrows that aren't promised. It's our "todays" love that even carries us to the future love. Find me a "man" who’s experienced health and prosperity and see if he discounts love as being a measure of that blessing. To each its own though. But for me-bid me a love that is true and sweet. A memory of a portion of "good" love may seem like forever in a short span of time. The feeling never leaving and the essence of a touch, though fading still remembered.   "I traced his steps back to the place" where I first exhaled and realized the beauty of this moment is in the feelings that I carry away after the exchange. If fleeting, we might call it lust. But if this pure moment is lasting, we have just seen the love of God in each of us, mirrored reflection of "on earth as it is in heaven". Might I be a b...