Curtains are drawn,
Paintbrushes scattered
Over a messy table,
A vase of flowers sits
In the only patch
Of murky daylight.
I have nothing to do
But everything to feel,
No pressures from life
But a creative mind.
Oh what a delight
It surely must be
To live a Bohemian life.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: February 14th, 2019 16:59
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
"Nothing to do
but everything to feel"
I love it!
Kurt
Oh' how I would like a slice of that... and a large slice too if you would be so very kind...... Bless ya Neville
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