Do you know the privilege you have
to feel the sun against your skin?
I've had many a night to imagine how nice that might be
while you slumber and dream
Do you even know what a gift that is?
The simplest of your freedoms
are the objects of my greatest envy
Mine is a slave's existence
clinging to your heels
twisting to the will of the light you bathe in
What I might do to know such glory
A moment to feel the light
know the taste of milk
to smell the perfume of a woman passing
What I might do for a single smile
Oh, if I could just smile...
Author notes
Just an idea I was playing with on the walk home... a work in progress I think.
A contest entry
- If a Pencil Had a Soul... by Nienna Calmcacil.
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Comments
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That last stanza was very thought-provoking...Great entry. Thank you.
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I like the way this progresses. Good to see you writing.
Buddy
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