Some times I wanna be that light white little feather blown
to the air,by a little child, from the bottom of his heart,….
As light as A feather….
as free as the wind…
as calm as the sky….
as shiny as little child’s heart…
as white as a holy soul…
as vast as the air…
as pure as faith….
Wind is HIS messanger; surely it will take me to
H I M….
Comments
@ Robert
thanks for your nice comment..that was nice!
the best
becoming free because of such beauty,
Beauty I see. Oh please let the beauty I see become a part of me ...
Then let me become a part of you. Beauty ,kindness , wealth ,
Today is the day I get to share such beauty ...Thanks.
Today the beauty you shared will travel with me .
May the beauty fly from within me .
@My death angel! hhmm...A romantic vision!
but maybe something deeper! a step to think!
thnks again!
It is very soothing poem .Thanks.