Spiritual life
Living the spiritual life in this wonderful world,
today I actually enjoy the sound of the car running through the rain,
the cold breeze that sink deep inside my soul; not only does it emptied me out inside
but it also endure peace and happiness
for a brand new day to finally begin...
Thank you God for giving me this wonderful life.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Lets call it even... | 0 | 01/23/2010 |
| Spiritual life | 0 | 01/23/2010 |
| Precious heart | 2 | 05/16/2009 |
| Once again... | 1 | 05/16/2009 |
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