This space devoid of time
Becomes sanctuary to grow, to worship
Loose idol thoughts
Unlike God, Uni doesn’t mind
And continues to string
Creation along these cosmos
In the way a mother or a dear friend
Might absentmindedly sip
Sugar and milk along her coffee
About the Creator
Ann Crafter
I believe that art exists to express emotions so specific/unique that one requires an unconventional outlet to display them.
Everything I write makes sense to me; each word has a place and provides clarity to my being.
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The ocean and my little friend
The ocean and my little friend The sound of the waves crash my body moving with the tides the current is then taking over. As I let my body relax in the water and I gradually take a deep breath back up to the surface the water is then taking control of my body moving me further away from reality. As I’m swimming I feel such love and peace in the water as I move further away, I keep feeling the movement of the waves crashing down on me.
By Jennifer lindquist8 days ago in Poets
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