pssst...(from my fingers 2 your fingers)
When you are done living and re-experiencing
the words you type:
Your words are dead. Long live your thoughts!
Reanimating your words while reading them
is enriching and delightfully humbling
Let's keep writing even about
what we are only able to imagine
What we can imagine can be someone
else's dream and we insert our soul
in that dream when we guide it to
an end or a new beginning.
Can it be so?
May the dreamers become writers
bring theirs dreams to life?
You are not alone. You are in my thoughts
while I write to you(the reader).
Is that what we actually say when we
publish our writings? Are you out there?
Or I look up to you! Tell me do you like it?
If you don't like it I don't look up to you
anymore... or wait hm thank you for your
thoughts I might write about that one day
or hm, it's never too late to edit my artwork!
Thank you! Or you have a point there...
may it remain invisible?
Btw my fingers danced for you...
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2015-08-06 at 10:37
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