When I walk, I feel freeMy mind escapes my body
with every tread I take.
When I walk, I see beauty
all around, in heaven and earth
in plant and beast.
When I walk, I discover
things anew, again and again,
when I walk
This is Sadra's, not mine.
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3 comments:
Yeah...it's cool...
I think u love poem that's y u post s.o else's poem, rig;ht??
y don u start writing one, then?
U know, I also love poem, and love writing it, too.
But...it doesn't sound well....
Yeah...
Sometimes, i really try to figure out some beautiful words to made up a poem but...-sign-...I'm poor with word...
Hey... Pooh Maniac!
u really lelf bruise on my arm.
Is this the mark of ur eating club?
Oh, God! Poor me! I made myself to be a pray of a monster! :(
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