HeedA Poem by PeteWhat lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us. - ThoreauI play notes, unable to make music. I see sky, unfit to kiss. I tread the channel, impotent to swim its current. I know a storm is approaching. A blind man told me. What will be, will be ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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