My spirit cannot be contained in my writings
For it is just a part of me which I share
My spirit cannot be contained in my music
For it is just a part of me when I am aware
My spirit cannot be contained in my dance
For it is just a part of me when I am in sway
My spirit cannot be contained in my paintings
For it is just a part of me which I portray
The creator’s spirit cannot be contained in me
For I am just a feather, floating in this hole
But only a part of it resides in me, till I mingle into the whole…
Loved this one 🙂
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Your poetry is as beautiful as your stories, Swati! Loved this one! It almost felt divine.
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Nice!
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Thank-you!
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Your welcome!
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