Subconsciously Speaking Poem by Piccola Topo Gigio

Subconsciously Speaking



A river, wide, calm and green.
Its banks lush, with vines, trees.
A leopard skin, on the water streams.
An elephant mould, in the air held leafs.

Standing still, I'm walking atop a hill.
Call out for home, without its certainty known.
Waiting for a reply, whilst I raise my voice real high.
To be astounded, when to my plea a response sounded.

Sunday, March 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: mystical,dreaming,home
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