![]() The Universe in one's handA Poem by Hajar![]() A quick poem upon the wondeful world of the writer![]() I can smell
the fragrance of imagination Keep it in my head, until it waves in motion.
I can
discover worlds that don’t exist for others And in
which I am not a foreigner
I can know
the most interesting people And dig
huge black holes
For the universe
is only a field to me, Where grows
my imagination as it is meant to be,
I can visit
undying landscapes, Lay down on
a purple grass, eating corn flakes.
To me all
is possible, All is
loveable, For I am a
writer And I can
imagine all. © 2013 HajarFeatured Review
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Added on March 14, 2013Last Updated on March 14, 2013 Author![]() HajarParis, FranceAbout17 years old french student passionate about english literature , my professional project is to become a writer. My inspirations are for the main part Edgar Allan Poe , Baudelaire, Frost , Dickens , K.. more..Writing
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