To know
To know with all the knowledge there is
That breath is all there is
And a beating heart
And a warm body
To know with all the knowledge that could be
Of a life that could be
And a yellow dream
And a painted story
There are numbers, there are waves, and then there are colors.
There are definitives, there are uncertainities, and then there is magic.
To know with all the knowledge there is
That breath is all there is
And a beating heart
And a warm body
To know with all the knowledge that could be
Of a life that could be
And a yellow dream
And a painted story
Posted by Pooja at 1:55 AM
Labels: Poem - English, Waves
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