Away from the waves breaking gently behind.
“I reminisce
over reverie,
that cannot ever be
no foamy fingers
can reach,
as it were the
northern lights
jingling towards me
the decorums change
on bygone shore,
from milky ways
to blue sunshine
Evoked me,
of all the things
I often fantasise
in my words
but couldn’t see
when reality struck!”
Reverie leaves a trail of silhouettes traipsing on the dogma of reality,
orphic were the nights I went through the nostalgia that was evanescent.
Be it the old journals ferociously inked in the name of all the ponders
that can turn an individual into a nefelibata.
Abode if afar from the morsel of apprise. Beads of scintillated silver
lining to the clouds of my imagination. Ink then stains the inkling and
foster every ounce with utmost manifestation.
“Envisage the ideas that couldn’t abide in reality’s maze”
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