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The nature poetry in this book is so skillfully and delicately crafted, that it resembles the beauty of Mother Earth Herself. :) To sum up, the detail penned in each poem is so descriptive that it gives the blind man the privilege of knowing the beauty and mysteries of nature (as well as a glimpse at its savage side). After reading each poem, I found myself pausing to reflect on how it had changed my perspective on the way I view nature -- I was able to look at nature through different eyes and I feel that the goal of a good book is to not only broaden your view of the world and provoke thought, but to describe what one cannot see. A brillian

I think we're connected By this tattoo, Because every time I feel it, I feel you, And every time I trace its edges, I feel myself fray At the ends. Even my silhouette aches, As it burns With a subtle tinge, At your memory. I call it my soul tattoo. By Grace Leigh Age 23 January 26, 2011

When you speak with that devilish tongue of yours, You make me want to believe That everything I know, Everything I fear Is falling. My most heartfelt expressions Seem to disappear When you're around. Why must I feel so torn? You've withered me to the bones, 'til there's nothing left. How did we get here? It's like I'm just a passenger, You're looking, driving straight ahead, But I'm already gone, Trying to move on, Just to see myself strapped Back to this seat, Not knowing where to go next, Or what to expect, Smiling, but feeling hexed. How did we get here? How did friends become strangers? Your heart doesn't sing Th