Visitor (wings2fly2heaven)
His intensity was a striking distraction, verily written upon the face of timelessness.
For I exhibit a profound propensity for diversity of thought, but only when his call is heard…..only then do I reveal my fascination.
The art of verse takes me back in time; the year you ask? ‘Twas eighteen forty nine.
A visitor has come forth to unearth the secreted mind of this poetic master.
Nov 26th 2010
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