Imagination of the mind comes to expression in the writer of a poets heart. Namaste.
Geschreven door Louise Eikelenboom.
We are,
Water.
For,
A big part.
We are,
Fluids,
Kept,
Together.
By the body.
We are,
A seed,
On the wind.
That,
Will drift.
Until it falls,
And settles.
On the ground.
And find,
A place to live.
We are,
Pure imagination.
In the world,
That we live in,
There we will find,
Our destination.
Poetry by Louise 55
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Written on 2017-03-29 at 12:06
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We are. Or What are we?
We are.Geschreven door Louise Eikelenboom.
We are,
Water.
For,
A big part.
We are,
Fluids,
Kept,
Together.
By the body.
We are,
A seed,
On the wind.
That,
Will drift.
Until it falls,
And settles.
On the ground.
And find,
A place to live.
We are,
Pure imagination.
In the world,
That we live in,
There we will find,
Our destination.
Poetry by Louise 55
Read 917 times
Written on 2017-03-29 at 12:06
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