70 mph
blue skies
flying by
city buildings look like tiny empires
no taller than the pine trees
all surrounded my little fire
the wet fire wood tells me none of this is real
just like me
but there was this white dove that sat upon an oak tree
he says I am free
the blood in my veins pump
and the images i see
i believe the dove
the feelings i feel
this is perfection
this is my song
this is my revelation.
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Author:
Aals (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2017 19:01
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Such reaching out to the universe for an inspiring poem. Kudos.
thankyou
Good write.
thankyou
your not speeding Aals? are you?
very nice poem young Lady!
shhhh haha, thankyou
Very inspiring, great write!
THANKYOUU
What a very out of this reality perspective.
ha yep
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