Poetry: Being

Being

 

They are here

The fresh, nippy air flows through their lungs

They live here

The sky’s endless expanse above them

They feel here

Far up the crowds are breaking open

They see here

A shiny light, the moon is not full

They give here

Thousands of people who don’t see it

They overcome here

Does no one know to esteem our world?

Do you live it?

Do you feel it?

Do you see it?

Do you give it?

Do you overcome it?

Are you?

By Maike

An Inkling

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One comment on “Poetry: Being

  1. Aravis says:

    Very nice! I might try writing with a more unmistakable theme another time, but other than that it was excellent!

    Aravis, a fellow Inkling

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