A Beginning

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Positivie sense of how things are and will be.


I sit upon a hill and watch as the clouds roll by

Like distant worlds or childhood memories

Of fantastic places where the mind takes flight

And form and thought blend as one.


This distant place where substance loses meaning,

As thought and being hold no bounds,

But that of a knowing feeling of belonging,

To what we mere mortals understand in dreams of thought

Where words are given life beyond the substance

Of what lays upon the page


Like the brush gives life to a painting,

Words give life to things beyond that, which can be seen,

But what can be felt on a level, like no other.

Submitted: January 02, 2021

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