When i raise my head,
the horizon is clear.
When i look inside of me,
my soul is like a clear lake.
When i start to fear,
it turns to a drop and falls in this lake,
it then send small tiny waves,
and this troubles my soul.
Mother nature, you created this feeling and men gave it a name..."doubt"
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Author:
Quinn\'sfav1 (Pseudonym) (
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Please i want to get better and know where i am on this ladder so i please be frank
I like it. When mother nature bubbles, beware.
I like this poem ) everyone wants to feel calm and balanced in their centre in a nice place like that clear lake )
May that doubt soon be smoothed out and the lake shines like a mirror once more.
Welcome to MPS.
Good write Will. I doubt I will dislike this poem! heehee.
Yes, doubts can be small - hopefully.
But - more fear, more doubt?
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