Mistakes
Mistakes
Disoriented
By dreams -
Dreams of
Flying,
I found
Rocks,
And saw
Wings.
I bought
All.
Smiled,
And soared.
Now,
If I let goI fall faster.
If I hold on
I fall harder.
There are numbers, there are waves, and then there are colors.
There are definitives, there are uncertainities, and then there is magic.
Posted by Pooja at 2:47 PM
Labels: Poem - English, Waves
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