forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


19 Comments

Thank you…

Sometimes,

as we race against time

figuring out

what is yours and what is mine

we fall behind

on noticing,

what matters…

 

We forget to feel…

the fresh morning breeze

that puts our heart, at ease

forget to rest our eyes

on the clear blue skies,

forget that in this world

we all move homeward,

toward our hearts,

together…

 

Sometimes,

as we race against time

figuring out

what is yours and what is mine

we fall behind

on noticing,

what matters…

we forget to say,

Thank you!

 

tree love


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Origin

What can I say…

that has not been told,

poetry,

is as old,

as the heart of the human race…

 

For even before words came to be,

there were poets like you and me,

writing poetry through art,

on the caves,

of their mind,

of the trees, the moon and the stars,

waiting to find,

their voice…

 

What can I say…

that has not been told,

poetry,

is as old,

as the heart of the human race.

 

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