Born to float downstream
Baby birthed in blue
Breathing in beautiful morning
Eyes drifting in the heavens above
Years skipping out like rocks
Born to float downstream
Young arms swim in love
Satisfied by the fragrant breeze
Body submerged in water
Spirit slowly drifts away
Born to float downstream
To a glorious eternity
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nice flow of life
Lovely flow!
Hi there, pretty words!
Years skipping out like rocks..and the last part almost feels like the human element woven in. Very nice!
Refreshing!
Beautiful flow...Oh so heavenly...
This has such a beautiful flow to it, great rhythm. Loved the meaning behind the words. Nicely done!
Satisfied with the smooth flow here.
Very nice.
Thanks for sharing. I hope you will visit my sites:
Tim Keeton - A Writer's Tale
and
The Undead Poets Society
Rhyme on!
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(Undead)Poet / Wizard / Teller-of-tales
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awesome flow,
cool poem!
Hi W.G ~~ I like your progression here; it is like having my life flash in front of me.
I might add, ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt came to mind also. I would like my ashes thrown into a stream, one that goes into a sea not too far away.
Thank you.
"Born to float downstream"
Indeed:)
breathtaking, heartbreaking...ethereal.
I adore your talented mind, pretty girl.
Your poem leaves me feeling peaceful and relaxed.
Hey WG,
Your creativity is always flowing!!well done!!!:)
so peaceful...
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