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A Barren Land
If ones imagination dies .
Lord forbid !
Or , never was .
It then, is like a lonely,
one way ride,
on the old , faded yellow bus .
Knee deep !
In the deserted , desert mud .
Lord forbid !
Or , never was .
It then, is like a lonely,
one way ride,
on the old , faded yellow bus .
Knee deep !
In the deserted , desert mud .
Published 14th May 2018
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14th May 2018 3:06pm
Good truth. W/out out imagination we are nothing more than empty egg shell's. Well said. Keep em' coming
Pax
buddhakitty
Pax
buddhakitty
15th May 2018 4:18am
I truly appreciate your encouragement ! buddhakitty .
And I like that name . “ buddhakitty”
And I like that name . “ buddhakitty”
15th May 2018 11:02am
Anonymous
- Edited 26th May 2018 6:48pm
14th May 2018 5:14pm
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15th May 2018 4:20am
Yes . I dated a girl for a little while. She had no imagination. She just didn’t like my idea of fun. Lol
Anonymous
- Edited 24th Oct 2018 3:45pm
14th May 2018 6:16pm
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15th May 2018 4:22am
Anonymous
15th May 2018 3:34am
Hey Robert.......such truth here.......our words would be plain black and white instead of colorful beauty from our minds.......great ink of thoughts......purple luv & hugs xo :)
16th May 2018 00:54am
15th May 2018 7:39pm
great poem ... yes, where would we be without imagination .. we would be unable to express ourselves in the best way
16th May 2018 00:52am
Anonymous
14th Jun 2018 6:44pm
Sometimes it runs dry for a spell but always comes back. Good to have as long as you can! Nice write. :)
20th Jun 2018 2:36pm
