(free verse)
Nothing lasts forever,
the imaginary places my mind used to wander;
has also changed its course.
i'm not in my fairyland anymore,
the demons came in and plucked the wings of the butterflies.
i think i've been transported to a forest;
but this time, i'm left alone to wander without any of my pixies.
the lavish green moss give in moisture to my feet,
as if it were to purify any hint of darkness that was left inside of me.
the sounds of the waterfall over the rocks,
make me want to quench all of my thirsts,
but they also give me absurd ideas-
to fall all the way down and maybe sink and drown.
nothing lasts forever,
i may not always be roaming in this jungle.
i might find my way back to my wonderland,
hoping that the broken wings of butterflies
may have magically regrown.
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hidden realm || poetry
Poetrythe truth is that, i painted the sky, drew two wings, thought i could fly, but when he came by, although for a time- he taught me; the sky could be pink, yellow, orange or blue- the choice is really mine..
