I don't want to move
I think
As I stand as still as possible
In the pushy breeze
Staring at the clapping leaves
On every tree
And flowers bursting with laughter
I don't want to make a move
In fear that I may
Dissrupt its natural beauty
I don't want to speak
I think
As I sit
On the sharp rocks
By the swishing river
Sliding over the rocks
So carefree
And calming
I don't want to say a word
As it soothes me
With its every breath















Comments
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i ask of life,
not to be part of something, but to be part for something.
altough I am not sure why it's called scribbles.. to me it sounds more like "Stillness".... anyway... very inspiring poem.
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