The child within us
lives with us forever and
it rejoices every moment,
be it storm
or a calm sea,
it continues to explore
the vastness of the waves.
I write when my muse play tricks on me hiding behind the tunes of adversity. A simple thing such as smile or touch, anger or quote, music or hum,it sets my world rolling into a ball of perfumed poetry
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Beautifully written and expressed.
ReplyDelete"The child within us
lives with us forever and
it rejoices every moment, "
Exactly! :-)
Thank you so much :)
ReplyDeleteLoved reading it, so truly expressed about the child present within each of us. Radhika
ReplyDeleteThank you Radhika :))
ReplyDeleteVery well said Pushpee!
ReplyDeleteI loved it absolutely.. realistic n true.
Thank you for visiting me and leaving such a lovely note.. Many Hugs xox
Simple and well said!
ReplyDeleteThank u Olivia and Foxy :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful!! And it is up to us to keep this child alive... for it is this child that'll help us live!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful piece of poetry, my dear...
smart piece.
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Cheers.
Happy Friday!
Hope to see you in!