Inside my eyes,
There is but a wonderous world.
Inside my mind,
I care not of time.
Embodied in the presence of the wind i fly,
Yet my feet cant seem to move.
Held tender within the moon i unfold my paper machete heart.
I breath into my soul,
to revive the flowers that were once planted.
I smile as if im a piece of yarn being unraveld,
Revealing my bare existence.
For i am exsisting.
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Author:
Skye Marlene (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I never thought poetry as something to be explained really, because no matter what its about its ultimly up to you to decide. I write what i feel i want to get out.
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