wrapped in trickery
crafted with precaution
and hand delivered with care
weaved with emotion
coiled through heartbreak
and grounded with ease.
what’s the point?
Dancer. Poet. Traveler. Adventurer. Dreamer. Risk Taker. Photographer.
deception, lies, poetry
December 24, 2011 at 3:32 pm
… because without trust there is no trust and all would be liars and deceivers. We need to trust, but not blind trust – this is foolish. “Trust me!” if someone says this – don’t trust them (unless of course we know them).
Another great thoughtful poem, amrine.
December 27, 2011 at 1:14 am
another wonderful piece
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