Poem about Living


Blithe Light

Eyes closed, living silent.

Echoing, mother giant.

She is good, plays it safe,

Lest end up lonely waif.

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Lives life through other’s eyes.

Never quite realize

Passion, her’s, true and strong,

Inside humming own song.

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Yet sits in chair unseen,

Looking for other’s dream.

Hard to notice blithe light,

Inside Her soul, take flight.

June Nash

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