Life story, a poem
Power peeks, then peers, then prevails.
Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.
Posted on April 22, 2014, in Mind, writing and tagged art, God, poetry, reflection. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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