We all find joy in different ways
Some find joy through the sun
But one has never heard the bliss
Found in my friend's fingertips
Spiders running up and down
Sometimes fast, Sometimes slow
But they always seem to sing
Words of bliss
Sounds of joy vibrate in my soul
As they play the angels sing
As they play, the world is gone
And I'm floating in peace.
So as I'm lying here,
under here where I am free
Please don't interrupt
The beauty of bliss
Written on May 7th 2010
Signing out
Matt
1 comment:
Those are sweet poems, Matty. :)
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