In the corner of a hidden smile
At the end of a falling tear
The beginning of a question mark
Underneath the clothes I wear
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Half awake and always dreaming
Never lost, but still unfound
In between colours, black and white
Wings spread wide and roots in the ground
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For all to see, for none to know
Visible in the dark, hidden by light
Everywhere and nowhere all at once
Here is where I roam, this is where I write
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©Christina de Vries – Geek Heaven
Christina de Vries 
Wow, that’s where you write?! It sounds so much better than at a faux wooden desk, on a hard chair with a tear in the cushion, like over here. So much better.
Well sometimes these places are exactly that too, on a hard wooden chair. It constantly changes 😉