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The Boat Ride

The boat tilts back and leaves a wake- Our minds crumbs scatter across blue shape. The soothing smell of camphor fades- As water churns with twirling blades. It is then that dreams come out to roam- The spirit undresses in sure white foam. We feel this movement and sense the light; As we are devoured in different flight.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 11/2/2014 6:13:00 AM
- Warm welcome to PoetrySoup, Theo - I choose your first great written poem - I like it - Nice to meet you! - Hope you will be satisfied with our "soup family" - we are many .. but has plenty of room for you too- Be kind and keep PoetrySoup as a haven -(Comment on the poetry of others and they will comment on yours.) Thank you for posted your words and thoughts here, I want to come back to read more another day. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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