Time has hardly passed within me,
I am still that unbridled child,
That imagined she could ride,
A carrousel of clouds across the sea,
And never have to hide,
Emotions that could rise,
Spontaneously.
Even though I have matured,
And Life is not just 'I could',
I still dream of moving seas,
The liberating space,
Where dreams can navigate,
To ports you cannot see,
Where a Dreamer I shall be,
For my wings are Poetry.
Absolutely Breath Taking! ! ! ! ! Love It! ! ! ! ! ! Wow! ! ! ! ! saved too...Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! ! Brings Much Smiles! ! ! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
This one... oh this one. This is it, I have too many emotional ties to the sentiment in these lines. Wonderful - thank you for sharing.
Just a wonderful flow of thought of which no dream could resist. A great poem indeed!
There is always a child in us no matter how we grow. Great write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra, This is an amazing poem. It is, how do I say this, full of life. And is it easier to move a sea than a mountain? Great work...a 10