-Lullaby-
Lullaby, caressing
sensual
free.
Running wild and
lost.
The world is no cage.
It has no tethers.
Running,
Singing.
But always dying.
Nothing is ever truly
free.
We are confined and trapped in our reality.
A Lullaby,
a fanciful hymn.
It creates dreams where
there are none.
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Back Of My Book.
PoetryRandom bits I wrote on the back of my maths book - not all of them make sense, but all of them are from the heart.
