Escaping reality,
For even a second
Is a breath of fresh air,
A breeze weaving through your hair,
Leading you where you belong
In that fading clarity.
A moment of solitude
To think about the attitude
Of this world full of frailty,
Where they worship a deity.
Fragile they are, within their strength,
Blind to a torturous length.
Hazy memories
Clog your mind
With endless melodies,
Each, one of a kind.
Dreams and past intertwine,
Like children with a glass of wine.
Celebrating traditions of old;
Those forgotten, and rarely told.
Left behind, a child's toy,
Similar to the horse of Troy.
Aquiles fought
Not for nought,
And taught
Others that invisible he was not,
It'd be a miracle if he was caught.
Weaved between the knots,
Did he seek
The seams
Of his dreams.
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Still Wishing
Poesía- C o m p l e t e d - Started on the 23. 02. 19 Completed on the 27. 05. 19 DEEP poems And others not so deep. Hope you like them. They get better as you read. #6 quickread || 02. 01. 2019 #262 short || 16. 01. 2019 #2 anythingreally || 23. 02...
