Ill: Kkc


If someone ask about me
I am in south of north
in a state of mind
I no longer control

The nature there
so beautiful
the sun between the mountaintop
the valley soft
in every light

My hands will find the flower crop
I breathe the rose
I flee the night
My hand my senses
all of me
captured in the south of north
following this light

I am not now
I am not then
the state of me
is atmosphere
Beginning and the end

I flow as water in the well
I grow and grow
like thunderstorm
in mirrors greater than the sea
The south of north have taken me
to be born again

Poetry by PapaFahr The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-08-24 at 13:23

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