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Lying under the blanket of stars,
I see so much more.
I see myself riding the horse past the full moon
On a clear starlit night.
I see the possibilities of tomorrow,
Shining bright.
I see myself running alive among those yellow daffodils,
With the joy bursting forth.

Listening to the waterfall,
Gushing right outside my window
I hear so much more.
I hear the sounds of happiness,
A melody that’s rare.
I hear the song of the wind,
Distinctive in my ears.
I hear tomorrow calling for me to
Take a step.
One step.

Feeling the sense of completeness overtake me,
I feel so much more.
I feel the need to smile without a reason.
I feel the need to let go of all the digressions.
I feel the need write.
I feel the need to write,
with the essence of my soul as the ink,
And my life as the paper.
I feel the need to bleed with my words
All over the blank canvas of time.

Poet’s Note : This is a piece of writing that talks about moving on when the heart is just now recovering and opening the doors to the possibilities of tomorrow.

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Wow u wrote in a nice appealing poetic way , I like how u say, “on the canvas of life. “Poetry is the best thing for moving on. Thumbs up.

I’m a newbie here, Pleez do review/comment my first poem here too, I like meeting poem pals, their thoughts, and to know if my poem is easily understood as intended.

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