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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts

in #art5 years ago

Think of you (poem)

In the darkness of my room I started thinking about you.

Immediately think of you filled my inspiration and I felt free in nature

I felt free to fly like the birds in the blue sky, touching the thin clouds of cotton

Imagine you take me to the cusp of the highest mountain where I am happy

I know that for now I have a dark and cold room but thinking about you illuminates my life and gives me peace, peace naturally.