Balut The Slapsoil Wanderer

Deep in the heart of me are the songs unsung As the pearls in the deepest sea must remain unstrung All that my wild heart sings I may not feel It is a bird that wings To heaven and hell For heights and depths there be I have no tongue Deep in the heart of me are the songs – unsung Remember my post Tomorrow is Not Promised ? I was digging the box where I got that article again and found this poem printed in a bond paper.  There was a prologue that says: Bits and pieces from my very own “Young Mind Collection”, some are original some are not.  Not sure what was the feeling or mood when it was written… just bits and pieces.  Here’s a piece I found from my old scrap book which is covered with my stamp collection and is dated December 1985. I was wondering why this particular piece is printed in a bond paper.  Then I realized I printed it from my “FRIENDSTER” blog and the “Young Mind Collection” that I was referring to was a category from that blog of mine.  But what