I’m Searching

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I’m searching for the large alternative

I’m searching for the feeling

The deep elemental grooves; the great spiritual healing

I’m searching for right and wrong in all those places

Still all I find is song

Great minds hold great faces

Earth and dust leave traces

Burning the flame of ages

I’m searching for a sign

Before

I

run

out

of

pages…

By Sam Fawcett

Published by Parisian Poetry

What makes us human, I believe is becoming to be stamped out. Words are so important, both spoken and on the page. Words make up the most powerful elements of our humanity. So, I'm feeling supersonic, why me why not? SF

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