I am up in th morning... alone.... and
I feel so strange. These have been
days of change. Lights and movement
so fond, yet far. Only once the severity
of the cry... was possible. I try I almost
always to give what my heart knows it the
best. This love for life, this angel of my own,
is in my heart, giving breath to my body and
an archway into a world divine. Hope and love
is a shining interface with the beauty of day and
the picture of night. Just once and only once will
I see the way to go towards a life of giving love and
humility. I cry about these things and love, love, love always.
..... this is the day I will be... the day I will be free
Wonderful, keep saying it and it happens.......10 Peace and Love Linda
Beautiful! ! ! ! ! ! Sarah, Life is love consciouness. Dive deep, deeper and the deepest into it and there lies the bliss. CP
Thank you for an experienced pen art, Actually Darkness is better than 1000volts Light, and Terrible Sounds, cooly blooish lagoon and a piece of breeze may more enjoyable for a real love moments, Good.
I try I almost always to give what my heart knows it the best. This love for life, this angel of my own, is in my heart, giving breath to my body.. love, love. love always. very fine poem with so many lovely thoughts and words and imaginations. thank u dear poetess. tony
lovely poem on the beauty within..expressed truely well
lovely...heavenly...felt really beautiful when i read the poem.... : D
A beautifully written poem Sarah, it builds and climbs to a wonderful crescendo. Best wishes, Andrew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how we all wish for that kind of freedom!