The wind carries stories and tales
All across the world.
Stories that whirled
And swirled
Into shining curiosity.It carries the thoughts of a balloon
that blew on a hot day in June.
It carries the idea of a leaf that fell from its branch,
just watched it float by
leaves me in a trance.What's most important to me,
Is it carried my words,
My thoughts,
My ideas that can never be explained
On these pages,
Never in a million ages.
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...