Tropical Absurdist
A Poem that may or may not have meaning (This is life, is it not? C'est la vie)
Must there be an answer to everything?
Why is she full of contradictions?
Must there be a reason for anything?
Purple hymns flow through her calm river
She imagines a beautiful boat
She sings out for vivid vibrations
She dips herself in warm water
She fancies the warmth of it
She whims to swim forever
Splish splashing in the puddles
Water splashing while sleeping
Love is dull when it’s not raining
She speaks of tender surprise
In the dungeon of desire
She swings herself up higher
Dear Reader, I invite you to read the poem out loud to feel the resonance and imagine where it transports you. We are fellow travellers on this journey of life on Earth. I wish you a lovely journey!
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Hello, Anna is my earthly given name.
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