Not for me
The dream of someone else…
I wasn’t made for you.
I long for April bells,
You live through autumn hue.
I am caressing light;
But you’re the killing blaze.
I’m going on the right,
While you are to amaze.
I save the velvet grass,
You burn the iron tree…
This world is not for us
And you are not for me.
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Lovely!
What more can I say!
I am enough of an artist to
I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.
I am not worthy to add my humble comment to this divine poem...no comment...keep up the good work;)