Heat Upon Us

Greg Prince
2 min readFeb 22, 2019

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Freedom found from within amidst turbulent struggle.

Complete little summer child,
you sit there in the dark
without a single thought.

Roiling nights aloft in thunder clouds,
what do you see?
Passion for our guide,
we weep together in pouring crowds.

Eyes wander, seek some peace,
tilling wrinkles.
Fill the…

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Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.