The verb to live

Born from the earth
Out of blood and dirt
In between wars and arguments
We are driven to escape
From gravity and parents
From doctrine and religion
From schools and peers,
Borders, hurdles, conventions.

Flying over graveyards
Swimming away from shores
Walking on under the moon,
Leaving behind, shaking off
Petals of plastic roses
Feeling the warmth of sand
Returning to real friendships
Always finding our own truth.

Comments on: "The verb to live" (9)

  1. ‘The petals of the plastic roses’ – great mataphor

  2. nettie Schroders. said:

    Ina zo is het,mooi verwoord.
    Gr nettie.

  3. Do you really mean “pears”, Ina? Or is it “peers?”

  4. πŸ™‚β€

  5. Very beautiful Ina.

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