Last night I remembered that 6 years ago I wrote a poem "There's no one, but the wind", put it in the site www.poetry.com and it was published somewhere in the USA and has been travelling for some time on the other side of the globe...
I remember only the first lines: "Lie down and fall to sleep, there's no one, but the wind" I wonder what people have read my poem and how it touched them... The wind in this case represents the touch of the Holy Spirit. I will not lie I want my life to be important, I want to make a difference, I want to add to creating a more beautiful world, to inspire people to be better and more responsible for their actions...
I remember only the first lines: "Lie down and fall to sleep, there's no one, but the wind" I wonder what people have read my poem and how it touched them... The wind in this case represents the touch of the Holy Spirit. I will not lie I want my life to be important, I want to make a difference, I want to add to creating a more beautiful world, to inspire people to be better and more responsible for their actions...
A picture is made by me: Brugge
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