Imaginations Poem by Anonymous Rose

Imaginations

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Sometimes, when I look around,
I feel Things breathing,
Comforter, bed, walls and the ground.
The sight to imaginations is amazing.

Rejoiced with life, sparkles surround,
To me, humans are plants, but moving.
Our affinity to Earth is ever profound.
Like waves on the seashore, meeting.

Sunday, March 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Imagination
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