Poem -
The Poet
The poet sits atop a hill
His eyes reflect the world around him
Still yet constantly moving
The sunlight dancing through
The leaves like old friends.
Does he see the world as we do?
No
His eyes see deeper than ours do,
See past our distractions and
Our limitations.
He is free, yet just as caged as
the rest of us.
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extremmely cool petry i wrote one called a butterfly with one wingΒ Β
you might like to read linda j wright
astonishing ...hat off
Love this line,Β
ββββββ Β - see past our distractions and
Our limitations.
He is free, yet just as caged as
the rest of us.
Much love deano xo
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? awesome read!
Nice writing, Bella.
~Dean Kuch ?
This hit me deep...very well written!
A friend, Curious
I really enjoyed this poem. I wrote a poem once, called The Hill of Poetry.
ββββββBut it's funny that I was just about to share another poem I wrote, entitled, "The Poe"t, as well. Then I saw this, and thought to read yours first, before I share mine :)
I love this, it speaks as a truth which i don't think many poets would argue with.