*
.
seams are the waves
over the world’s rim
as most think land
is all there is
.
I didn’t tread on this
awesome ground yesterday
lost breathing in the sea mist
and the sky asks me what is God
.
at every interval
in every dip or anything
that occupy space is free
.
I am boundless
.
.
Beautiful Anna – thank you 🙂
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I like this one a lot!
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Graceful….
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Beautiful.
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Merry Christmas and Best Wishes for the New Year! With love Maxima
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“as most think land is all there is” – wonderful
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“and the sky asks me what is God” – i love this poem. xo
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