...and what if my hair is the nest of an angel
who is nurturing my dreams?
Egg
Frozen flight
Almost sphere
Node of unborn moments
Explode now with all your power
A hole must be created through which sight can fly
In the middle of the forest: a lake
In the middle of the lake: a woman is bathing
In the middle of the woman: a child
In the middle of the child: a heart has stopped
So that sight can fly through, a hole must be created
Explode now with all your power
Node of unborn moments
Almost sphere
Frozen flight
Egg
Time is not a new dimension
Its death is…
Author notes
This is my first poem here. So hi to you all!
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lol. I'm not here to be funny. Just saw your comment. What can I say? As long as you won't learn to spell I won't take you seriously. Age has got nothing to do with anything. I don't feel old kid. I'm in the prime of my life over here. You need to learn that some things are not meant to be funny, like poetry, they can be tho, but writing like a retard does not make anything funny. I'm not going to comment on your work and you shouldn't comment on mine. How about that?
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Welcome to all Poetry
This is a deep thought provoking poem, well done
Barbara
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wow. powerful and abstract, it all comes together at the end.
welcome.
Abby
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