
East of somewhere
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Where time and matter don’t exist
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Heart heavy from old grief but still very new
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Time has limits and birds fly back home
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Who can stop a river from flowing
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Over beautiful rocks
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That stay wet and never dies
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And Myra waves goodbye
Beautiful poem and art piece!
Thank you so much for visiting and commenting 💛
Have we made time up? Are we captive? This keeps feeding our thoughts. Thank you for sharing this poem.
Hi there! Time can never be made up and we are always captive to something or someone that continues to feed our thoughts. The mysteries of life! I appreciate you visiting and commenting ❤
West of something, somewhere else
Where time goes on forever
Somewhere south of make believe
But somewhere north of never
‘Tis there that I shall take your hand
And lead you far away
Where dreams become reality
As night turns into day
Mr. Richmond, hi!!! 😊 Wonderful twist of words and direction. I enjoyed your response. Hope all is well all the way over there on the other side of the globe 🌎 💛