Rebuilding my Mountain, so i can reach for my Star

The essence of My Flower do Bloom.

Always near, yet at times, From slumber,

Dreamily, unseeingly Far.

When i wake, a glimpse i take.

The shimmering White, Sparkling Pearly Bright o’ Shaded bark.

Oak and Green Bedroom Scene.

Perched Birds sing Away, Resting under leafy Tree

A wee wind, a Hue o’ Green Sway.

A Mountain, A Lake,  the break of day.


About unityandequality

I have lived very Little and Lived Alot and It is less about I and all about Humanity, and Poverty, on all levels. also how to be Guilt Free, And tear Down Walls that Seperate Society. One Child Starving in The World That We Call "Home" Is One Child To Many. The Ignorance Of The Many...
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2 Responses to whatever.

  1. lukescott313 says:

    very nice!! did you write this?


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