Neither the standard of living
nor dying
when all the words are kept
contained in the heart
only to rest over thoughts and dreams,
solitary within the mind.
The travel
left to imagination
when once it were
eager footsteps in motion,
full of emotion at the advancement,
not only in print,
the imprint
that is never left behind.
The true meaning of a world
living as living could ever be,
taking steps back
to move forward,
dreaming to live
instead of living to dream,
and the words move,
move along the pages
in each breath to pause,
words
in motion
the heart was truly meant to find,
with a life
defined
beyond the mind.
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Beautiful again, April. so moving and so emotional!
Indeed another beautiful poem.
just beautiful
Hey April,
So good to see your posts again
I missed your beautiful eye’s view of the world.
Jeff
April,
I am so glad I finally made it back by to read your work. This is exquisite. Your poems are blossoms and as beautiful as sunshine. Thank you for being, writing and sharing. Blessings to you.