Category: My Poetry
If you found a little boat, where would you go? As it floats to head somewhere remote, don’t forget all the promises you wrote. Especially, those regarding your cadeaux, that in time are planned to be shown.
Some Trees hold the feeling of free.Just see to know what that means.
Went left,and so the present left.It’s all a test,to bring out the best.
Where To Next?
Where to next? Hopefully, somewhere that offers memories that are the best.
A gray Sunday to start the season of a new way and leads to where the potential is only a moment away.
In the middle of two trees the sun began to set, leaving the day behind with a spectacular scene. Sometimes there is nothing to get, other than just being.
When things become heavier, it might be best to sit with nature and ponder. Feelings will shift to better and eventually, lead to unveiling the answers.
The exit of another day is only an entrance of one more chance for the mind to play. Those sequences are mostly maybe, as in they can remain a fantasy or become real when awake.
The hot day closes with a red sunset, only to bring in a hot night with no rest.
Mirroring life from above makes everything pleasing.Sitting back and just enjoying.Nothing, but really living.