Enigma

I long for a place that I neither hear, see, smell or touch

yet has captured my heart,

and holds my soul in its hands.

What I seek is akin to a world that is emerging

so full of life and vigor

An innocence so gentle and pure.

A realm of imagination with no limits and no blemish,

and more importantly no judgement

with everyone enthralled with the art of creating,

and sharing with others wholeheartedly.



Categories: My thoughts, Poetry

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14 replies

  1. This immediately brought to mind the song, โ€œThis is Homeโ€ by Switchfoot and I had to listen to it. I think we all long for such a place..๐Ÿ’ญ

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  2. That’s a new updated definition of “peace”! A gorgeous delivery of thoughts! ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ™ˆ๐ŸŒŸ

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  3. You craft the world the way it should’ve always been!

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  4. Dope writing as usual โœŠ๐Ÿฟ

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  5. It’s a perfect world you’re depicting. Beautiful poem!

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