A mystical poem. About a thing. Up to you to accept the meaning of the poem in you r own way.
it's see through
blue color,
a mind of the
highest form,
such intelligence
that can make us
slaves to our own
minds,
an incrdible beeing,
from where it came,
no one knows,
it is looked at as
natures way of
driving the world
down to the ground,
the stream of our
very minds,
all controlled by
this intelligence
that has taken liquid
form and color,
never to be understood,
never to be recognized
in further lifetimes,
never to be stopped,
neverending..
Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2005-11-17 at 21:24
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Neverending
The liquid form,it's see through
blue color,
a mind of the
highest form,
such intelligence
that can make us
slaves to our own
minds,
an incrdible beeing,
from where it came,
no one knows,
it is looked at as
natures way of
driving the world
down to the ground,
the stream of our
very minds,
all controlled by
this intelligence
that has taken liquid
form and color,
never to be understood,
never to be recognized
in further lifetimes,
never to be stopped,
neverending..
Poetry by Alexander
Read 676 times
Written on 2005-11-17 at 21:24
Tags Thing Mystical
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