There’s an inexplicable
Incredible
Ineffable
feeling
Inside.
I feel like the sand
being constantly
smoothly
lovingly
bathed
by the tide.
It is all in my head,
you say,
and I know,
but, my dear friend,
even so,
I’d rather
rejoice with a fulfilling dream
than achieve a wise,
frustrating thought.
1 comment:
That's a joy for youngsters... I wish I could think the same way!
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