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Miguel Soto

Updated: Thu, 2 Jan 2020 01:22 am

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Biography

I am currently a person seeking to share some of his poetry with the world in hopes of connecting with others. I have always liked poetry, but now I am starting to share some of it. I write whatever comes from the heart in the hopes of creating a safe haven for my heart and soul. please feel free to reach whenever you would like. Lots of love

Stories

The stories are told in such a fine grit the echoes of eternity were infinitely lit, at certain paths there is a crossroad you look for a crown to which I will righteously bestow. The clutches of tomorrow were never in dismay you write your riches to which no one ever flinches, please say to sorry that I was never there let us hope that there will be a share. Go on, go on, go on, go far far on snaring away at the pumps of your heart, is all you will ever need to start. Please don’t go, don’t give me a precise no every sound of the air way can give a chance to go, too little, too far on our journey to an intergalactic bar a million men marched up Jupiter’s spiral low. Take it, take it, take all the eternity of time making up a conscience will give us a world to deny from start to finish there will be no minds left to vanish. The once and for all have grown too far gone many can rid us from this infinite church, I stand here in the middle as a road’s pawn The earth will open up for us to emerge.

A New Day

The reasons why one falls are a wave of self-doubt inflicted within one’s lord to call. Apathy to give order to one’s rock dignifies behind a black mask and all it takes is one maybe two knocks. To rid ourselves of one and two has no righteous relevance unlike time’s treatment of a Jew. Many hold the one accountable as a reaper of their own wine with a style that is phenomenal. To order one’s fall, to order one’s reason has a sea of doubt with outward ripples and an ill-fated calling to a universal inception. A new day arises as a colored-brick road leads the way to our highness.

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