Deep in words stuck in thought,
playing fields harmonizing with
the winds, we kiss the sun
with our cheers, we're somehow free.

A pen to draw and a line to give life
in between lines we live another life
just a thought a philosophy about life,
it's romance between life and death.

We constrict and construct
words that somehow lack
the wisdom and knowledge
of the tree that was struck by beauty.

Elegance of the tongue that ryhmes
every time the breeze chimes
beauty that is encased in its own page
a frame that is a book beyond age.
© miryelleY.

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