Sitting under a tree,
just a book there with me,
beneath the cover so much more,
opening it the unlocked door.
Though my body may stay,
the mind it drifts away,
to far away lands,
all held in my hands.
A world woven with fantasy,
where imagination runs free.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoesíaEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
