Following my heart, Daring to dream, Living without regrets
Let my words Like birds Fly high And like a wisp of a cloud on a clear blue sky rest gently upon the soul of he who reads them; soft or aloud. Let my writing be Like branches growing unrestrained and free burst forth with leaf, fruit and flower Comfort the weary, the hungry and…
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I wonder If I exhaled them Or washed them down the drain For they’ve gone missing Like my spectacles and now I can find them nowhere. I replaced them – my spectacles I bought new ones in place of the old But the poems, alas; I can’t do the same I wonder If there’s a…
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Oh! They torment me so these words – that fly before my eyes, like birds the din they create -flapping their sturdy wing As I watch- away they go They swim before my weary eyes Alphabets garbled – they watch me struggle Writhing in pain; I wriggle To keep afloat While they,…
Read MoreAs much as I love words, words are just that : words. They don’t form the basis of a relationship. What do you think? Copyright©lifeateacher.wordpress.com. All Rights Reserved.
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