I will continue to work
In silence and obscurity
Loving what I do more than anyone
In this tiny world full of profiteers
I won’t profit from my art
It will rest like a blanket of
My most intimate identity
I have not a broken heart for myself
But a broken heart for this young world
That cannot seem to find its soul
Any relic of the dead is precious
And as such, the spirit of poetry
Lives on in me, like a light
That burns with the measures
Of all human words and love stories
For finally, it’s relationships
Which define and frame
Whatever uniqueness we most cherish
Comes from the dreams
I’ve had for my entire life
Though my ideas and the people
That surround me may have changed
Time and space conspire for my destiny
That my greatest love has always been
The quiet tranquility of sitting in a room
Bathed in the upstart unlimited imagination
Of the muse that can set you free.
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Wonderfully crafted! Insights worth visiting from time to time. Thank you.
I’m glad you enjoyed it.
The loving freedom too those of use, whom love writing poetry.
As we set our hearts an minds free, to live in honest creativity…
chris
Hey Toad, I liked this comment a lot!
Yeah, so where are my stickers?
I….forgot your favorite kind.
Any sticker will, hearts are cool, but faces are neater!
I’m not so good at the cute ones, facebook emojies are stressed me out. But I’ll ponder the meaning of stickers Toad, and I’ll get back to you on this..
Those shapes, which i have problem figuring out how to make an place on my answering of comments?
Wonderful Wuji, just wonderful.
Thank you Dara 🙂
Very nice – imagination and poems produced ‘without boundaries’ – that cheered me up today!
Thanks for the comment Sindhuja