Hello Beautiful Thinkers,
Write a poem about a line that you haven’t crossed in your lifetime but fear you might at some point. Why do fear crossing this line? What temptations stand on the other side of the line? Is it a moral, social, or some other type of line? What do you imagine it will be like to cross this line? Is it only fear that keeps this line uncrossed?
Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,
The Boy In The Heart Shades