Saturday, September 11, 2010

When I fall into an imaginary state,
I think thoughts of freedom, like a lungs first breath
my time on earth wanders,
my mind wonders, too,
sometimes this heart's dream is gracious and anew, a slave as me no more


Anonymous said...

Inspiring SC. Keep 'em coming.


Juice Box said...

Fantastic, as always. I especially like "like a lungs first breath."

Jingle Poetry said...

breath your choice of words.

Jingle Poetry said...

Hello, friend:

Our Monday Poetry Potluck Is NOW open, linking is open from Sunday 8pm to Tuesday, 8pm, welcome join us by linking in 1 to 3 poems, you could use an old poem, the more you share, the happier we are…hurry up!
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