My heart burns for the reason of stars; seeming the near ends worth
The struggle within in its utmost steers; aiming for the wind’s given birth
Drove through the horses petals
Leaves of wonder – please leave me there
The perfect ground for ones wins
The ideal world of floats and birds
Far away was the drudgery past
Future wins were waiting ahead; right through the plains of everlasting command
Amazing pulls – oh pull me there!
For pulley’s worth hold on to me
I am there – ever there
Intangible, but soon will be known
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2 comments:
Wow - what a poetry!!! So meaningful, I took time to understand it completely ..., Love, Mommy
wonderful imagination!!! sounds like a perfect world!!! I want to go there too!!! :-)
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