I am from,
The blowing winds,
The darkening woods,
The taste of ice cold water,
Fills my open mouth,
I am from,
The stars,
The falling stars,
Whose shifting tides,
Swift me to my course,
I'm from,
The full moon,
And the flowing river,
From the gray clouds,
To the burning sun,
Images fill my mind,
Of my dreams,
And nightmares,
I'm from my past,
I am my soul...
Are you like me?
Comments
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We all have a side that wishes to be free.
Some embrace that side more than others.
Very well written.
And thank you for your comments.
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Hi
whats up? this poem is about my Indian side of me!


