I entered, a new dimension.
This dimension is not a product of imagination
But this is the result of exploration.
My feet flights me to that world.
The air whispered, there's an eve.
.
I walked through it
The slashing brows hit me.
As I entered, the Eve smiled.
And asked "Are you the moon"?
I was stucked in that Eve.
From there, I opened my eyes.
There's no point of being an ice.
My eyes: brings me to Eve
That Eve is a fire that I'm no longer at the basket of imagination.
That Eve is a fruit of my vast exploration.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
