I remember:
My life being lit up,
Without the sun shining any brighter.
Things appeared clearer,
But the same spectacles perched on my nose.
My body became just a wisp,
But I weighed the same.
Wholeness was there,
But I was still just me.
I remember:
My life being lit up,
Without the sun shining any brighter.
Things appeared clearer,
But the same spectacles perched on my nose.
My body became just a wisp,
But I weighed the same.
Wholeness was there,
But I was still just me.
Great poem and picture, Tom.
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Thanks Mick 🙂
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