As the rivers flow to oceans,
And Impressionists paint Clouds,
Reminiscing in my silence,
Comes the need to think aloud,
And what better than a poem,
That becomes a traveling cloud,
With past thoughts and inner feelings,
Where deep memories are allowed.
Poem, friend that wakes my silence,
Takes me gently by the hand,
Helps me write a Sea of Feelings,
All my world it understands.
awww this is wonderful Sandra, wonderfully flowing and rich with language, it just flows so effortlessly that when you read it out loud you cant help but feel the chirpy feeling of happiness echo through you on the grey days. This poem is the equivalent of ice cream. Great job!
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Helps me write a sea of Feelings A beautiful line in such a wonderful poem. Excellent. I thank you