The
beauty of
it all.
Pulling
something
from
nothing.
Nurturing
the
created.
Molding it
shaping it.
The
song
the
art
the science.
All teased
from the
ether.
All born
into
existence
by
consciousness.
Without
consciousness,
there would
be
nothing.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 26th, 2018 10:31
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 24
Comments2
Great write JG, i enjoyed it.
Thank you for reading my work.
I read a few of yours. Very impressive, enjoy see poems on real life issues
yes me too and so i loved your pieces, thank you.
So deep and real, love the layout and how my eyes were eager to read the next word!
Thank you WMC, I appreciate the kinds words.
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