Out of focus?

Some times our mere existence is poetry
Other times our broken hearts are poetry
When we exist in the ever changing moment
we are like one When we get caught up in our
own thoughts we become unreachable

but remain as beautiful as we will ever be
no matter how we shine inside our own
darkness Can you feel the dancing flame
in your heart? Be with it for a while.





Poetry by night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-07 at 20:08

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Karl Johan Lindrup Olesen
Very beautiful poem, nice written - I like it!
Karl Johan

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Poetry , a flame the burns
That no wind can ever put
That no amount water can