YOU’RE NO JOHN LENNON

Falling down I found myself
inside myself and some
reason wearing a heart
seemed to be so easy
little gnomes and fairies
squeezing grapes for wine
singing a river ancient song
and fawn and weeping trees
said I should believe in fantasy
they were the wizard all in one
so I sang a song to them all
I sang of strawberry fields
where nothing is real and no
one is in my tree and I must
be high or low and living
is easy with eyes closed
and they all stopped to listen
and said, “You’re no
John Lennon!’

:: 10-03-2014 ::

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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