Vase With Flowers
On the Window, by Paul Gauguin
I have no work, no plans, no alarm clocks.
I write in my diary for no reason.
I write in my diary for no reason.
Every day is fresh, like in a
childhood´s morning.
Every day is new, like in the
morning of creation.
In my innermost there is a creative
emptiness,
In that emptiness there is a golden
light.
And from that light my thoughts are
flowering.
I write them down in my diary.
They are poems, they are the colors
of my life.
They are a vase of flowers from
ancient times.
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From the blog category: My Poems
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