I had vow to myself that I will at least try to write everyday, which I miserably failed to do...HAHAHAHAHA. So today I decided to share a poem I wrote in September last year.
Dreams...
as soft as the clouds,
in the vast blue sky,
taunting,
soaring,
breathing.
As endless as the shining sun,
soaring,
flying,
lifting.
Dreams...
gives life a meaning,
A reason for living,
feeling, endless meaning.
Dreams...
nothing but dreams.
~I need to be more creative :P
2 comments:
September?? hehe * grin *
I don't think you need to write every day... I sure don't :-)
Write when you're inspired, like this- it's beautiful!
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