Old Soul
February 20, 2014
Annie's Muse
Poetry
Ancient Ones, Dreams, Longing, Memories, mystery, Old Soul, Time, Universe
Source: We Heart It
She was always different from the rest
Inside her head
while they were into clothes
and makeup
A deep thinker
An old soul
A wise woman
once told her
she had lines of wisdom
between her eyes
She was only twelve
at that time
Always searching for
something
Not knowing what
People mattered
Books a necessity
Music was her lifeline
Why was she Different?
Who was she
searching for?
The faceless man
of her dreams
Who was she…
really?
Her grandmother
read palms and
tea leaves
Spoke of auras
and past lives
What were hers?
Some said there
was gypsy blood
Others said she
had the blood
of the Ancient Ones
Druids…
Pagans…
Picts…
Who was she?
Copyright © 2014 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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