September 08, 2010 at 10:45 pm
Poem, G (All)
Mystery & Crime | Love | Spiritual
Upload Stats: 1
comments and 233
Love journal 2
I got a pen and a piece of paper, I begun to write sometimes.
I start to have visions; in the world of poetry it brings wonders.
Dark or love or spiritual, it is still so quite mysterious of the wonders.
To bring the fortunes, of past present and future of the thinking mind.
To see great friends from past, present and future.
Where I ever go to, my friends stay beside 100% because we are a family.
A writing family, to see the world in light not darkness.
If the world was in darkness, we the poetic angels of light and life.
We are the mightiest, we love each other in death or alive.
© ThunderStorm - all rights reserved
The author would love to hear your feedback but you must be logged in to do that. If you are a member of Writers-Network click here to login and review this writing entry.
Not a member? Not a problem! You can register here, it's free for everyone