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The life I dreamt of





Deep into the ocean
And High above the sky,
I want to get lost
letting my soul swim and mind fly.

The world be searching me
On the land and the forest,
I will be on top
Even higher than the Everest.

Birds keep surrounding me
Fishes move on top,
Nothing to follow and
No reason to stop.



Floating in the clouds
And flying with the fish,
I want to live
Just opposite the world is.

Being beside the moon
And water everywhere,
Life is only precious
Where the life is nowhere.






Comments

  1. Where did you come up with such a beautiful poem! You should have a book of poems! absolutely beautiful my friend.

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    1. Thank you 😊 it is result of my boring free time.

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  2. I love the poem you have some excellent skills here!

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  3. This is so amazing! Definitely not something we get to see every day, and I love it!

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  4. You have a talent for writing poetry, such a resonating post! Keep up the amazing work!

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  5. This is a lovely poem, poetry is an art from that we don't see very much these days. Well done :)

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  6. Such a beautiful poem! Very well written and displayed. Thank you for sharing

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  7. I love your poem! Such beautiful words. You are talented! Keep it up.

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  8. Very beautiful poem. I can read in it your desire to travel, and you should do it if that's what you are dreaming of.

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  9. This poem was a wonderful read! I love your words.

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  10. This is really good, great talent I couldn't write a poem even if I tried.

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  11. I'm impressed! Not everybody can write such a beautiful poem. This is art<3 Beautiful words and perfectly written. Keep it up!!

    XO
    Candace
    http://www.thebeautybeau.com

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  12. I love the words and overall the poem is so nice! You are so talented. Keep it up!

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  13. What a beautiful poem! I can sense some deep peace echoing through it. What inspired this piece?

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  14. You have a beautiful talent for writing. I'm assuming you crafted this as you were hiking or climbing?

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  15. Your writing skills are amazing! I love this poem! very deep and so true. You are very talented and should write more poems!

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  16. Nice poem.. u have excellent writing skin😊

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  17. Excellent thought starter. This poem is wonderful.

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