in my mind
A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?
-in my mind
SEEING FLYING HEARTS
It's quarter past
missing you
from the time I left
to loving you
seems like it was
all falling time
when light rise
I look forward to
sunny side you
your cherry red lips
sweet as sweets
fairy blues eyes
dirty blond to
golden blond ends
when I close my eyes
I see you
Very nice, to use your word, poetry! I like it, it sounds very sweet and in love.
ReplyDeletethank you Kora. Thank you ;-)
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