The Keys Poem by Sensuelle Briden
The Keys
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The keys are hanging on the wall.
Which one is yours? If you are tall
You can take an upper one. But, hey!
It doesn’t mean it’s yours, okay?
To find your key just look at this:
When search is done, you’ll feel the bliss
As bliss is a key itself; just start
To notice all the signs of heart.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: heart
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Yesterday I was sitting around myself on the floor and my stare caught up the keys on the wall – just 5 decorative pieces of metal if the shape of keys. And I felt I want to improvise. I did that immediately. So I’ve got my lines after a minute. And I’ve noticed this chain: being a child+being wise+conscious creation+improvisation+being spontaneous+purity=cool state, cool feeling, cool being and cool thing!
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4/19/2024 1:05:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very wisely articulated and poetically explained. The keys of life. Thanks for sharing the same.
I'm glad it resonated with you! I wish you to find yours