by Unknown
Jul 2013 442 Views 4 comments
Illusion
Take me there
Where one can be close
To the sensual mystery of life
Where the new is continually being born
And the unforeseen fate is carried there
By the anxious smell of death
Show me the Navel Of The Earth
A waterfall in a virgin jungle
Raise a house colored by happiness
On an immense savanna of freedom
Construct a boat with canella
Where one can smell vanilla
On the ocean of sun
Anchor Your heart
By mine
Where one can be close
To the sensual mystery of life
Where the new is continually being born
And the unforeseen fate is carried there
By the anxious smell of death
Show me the Navel Of The Earth
A waterfall in a virgin jungle
Raise a house colored by happiness
On an immense savanna of freedom
Construct a boat with canella
Where one can smell vanilla
On the ocean of sun
Anchor Your heart
By mine
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Posted: Jul 2013
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Comments (4)
I can only agree with everything Socratess has said in his wonderful comment, on your beautiful poem.
Amazing read
Thank you for sharing
Martina xxx
Thaks a lot