Quote:
The poet reaches out a hand,
Shivering under stolen land,
To confirm the fantasy of sight,
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I love it when commentors rip out a stanza of my poems and say that they really like it, or that they enjoyed a particular portion of that piece, now though I don't do it regularly or else I'll be simply quoting entire poems, I have selected this stanza that stuck out a bit to me... in a good way of course!
I adore the use of having the poet in a poem, you should know I do it myself, and in doing do you must define yourself within a poem under your hand's creation. See what you are to yourself and allow others to see clearly as you wish them to see.
The fantasy of sight... truly a remarkable dance you've shown to us... yes, I think I've ranted enough here.