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Nov 2019
Riding my bike down the path
to nowhere, what a joyous
transformation, changing my
thoughts in all I see, do, and
share, in my brand new world
I have discovered.

Many lights guide my way from
ignorance to understanding, unmasking
darkness to brilliance, slipping
away slowly, after touching my
soul's sweet fire.

In a beautiful field of wildflowers, a
the very special place appears like in
my dreams I use to dream right
next to the path, I was riding on
to nowhere. (So Strange)

Flowing from my heart without a thought
words appeared pleasing my senses in
dismay, as they continued making a
beautiful reality to magical, everything
was timeless, so vivid in color as the flowing
stream next to a great pine tree tall and full
could not see the top through all the beauty
of dancing clouds, I was air, left one world
into another world of illumination.

I installed all this beauty in my mind
bursting like a balloon into another place
so magnificent, I had no words just thoughts
so wrote this poem without thinking, but
what was fixed firmly in my soul's
deep fire.



© 2019DerenaBree(All rights reserved)
Harriet Shea
Written by
Harriet Shea  80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)   
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