Posted in Life, Prose

The Pain of Living

The troubles, everyday

the pain of living, brings

 

My thoughts blossom

sprouting in every corner, creating

carpeted meadow fields, of mental images,

of rich scents, and color,

the prose which it becomes,

 

Honeysuckle vines, and Jasmine carpeting,

thorny rose ceilings, and bumblebee wallpaper

my thoughts, my mind wander

through the cool waters, flowing

my words, my mind, impressions

 

Soothing the pain that living does bring….

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American living in Denmark.

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