The drum it beats within my soul.
The fish swims within my heart.
The lighting strikes me in the chest!
The music fills my soul.
I float on the wings of Joy.
I swim on the backs of turtles.
While I kick my legs in anticipation!
Waiting for the ducks to start their migration.
To fly into my soul that is empty and useless.
But then again, it is also alive and singing!
I feel the wrench ripping at my heart.
And the hammer pounding on my toe.
Quote the raven, nevermore!
PLease don't hate me, because I am FRENCH!
Or, Dutch, or Siberian!
Should we not have apreciation for one another?
Learn to love our fellow brothers?
I think not...as the drum beats within my.....soul.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Emilee (220.127.116.11) -- Thursday, October 21 2004, 01:29 am|
lol natalie i remember when me and you wrote this! ha, we have so much fun! u rock...God Bless ya~emilee
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