Poem - 02 January 2017, 20:05 Planets Ferris Jones In some hot sphere of glorious light; divine hope growls, spits or speak. The kindred shies of free souls; pleasure of a dream tingle as we sleep. Like 1 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 335 Rating: Total votes: 2 Tags: Awareness Poetry Genre: Freestyle Listed in: Contest Entries 1 comment
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