CLARITY

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CLARITY

CLEAR HEAD
WORRIED MIN
FOREVER BURDONING
VISIONS OF CLOUDS
RUNNING IN MY HEAD
SPIRITUAL
YET POISON
AT THE SAME TIME

CLEAR EYES
SEE THE MIRACLES
SMELL THE AIR
HEAR THE BIRDS
AWESOMENESS
TO INDULGE IN
CLEARING MY HEAD
WITH GOOD VISIONS

CLEAR HEART
GOOD INTENTIONS
KEEP ME ALIVE
INSIDE MY HEAD
PLAYING CHILDREN
BARKING DOGS
BEST REMEMBERED
BY EXPERIENCE

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

lorstor’s Poems (9)

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