I wake up when I shut my eyes;
I open up my mind
To a world so kind.
A blissful place where time flies.
The world of dreams so dear.
Away from pain.
No loss, no gain.
Without worry or fear.
A place where fairies roam,
And animals talk.
Where trees can walk.
Is a place I call my heart's little home.
A place where I am king, where I fly.
Where the pebbles are made of gold,
I tread through times new and old.
Where I lay down gazing at the purple sky.
The night ends, I wake up to the world's cruel way.
No room for freedom, no strength to rejoice.
Forced to follow without a choice,
To live like a prisoner in my palace, all through the day.
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My horizon's view
PoetryMy collection of poems, I started writing poetry and fell in love with it. I intend to write philosophical poems but I may stumble or stray, so kindly bear with my insanity. Thank you for your time. Feel free to give me opinions, advices and I'm alw...
