A poem by me - a metaphor:- body, breath and yoga. The curtains were drawn with the shutters pulled down, Windows closed tightly, no single sound, No life had passed through for some amount of time, No love, life or laughter no single humming rhyme, Standing tall in its glory but empty inside, Life wanted to pass through but instead would hide, This protected structure was simply a structure until... The curtains were open and the shutters pulled up, Windows burst open to fill up this cup, The cup was now full no hallway about it, Sound bounced off the walls every singe bit, Life, love and laughter filled every single space, This took some time but there was no race, This house became a shelter, a haven and a home, It no longer needed to protect it allowed the light the roam. Lee Cooper
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 07:53:59 +0000
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