Far From Reality
Far...
I think that night just got me,
Miles aways from strength,
And was only gulping for a breath,
Of relief from tire.
I closed my eyes, so did my ears,
I went deep in sleep;
Was actually deep!
Far from reality,
In a dream of quality.
I saw birds of white feathers,
Flying Eastward to better weathers;
The direction that is the sun,
Wafting their cute arms-fan,
Looking for a verdant tree of apple,
In a tranquil sea of fortuned ample.
From...
Here, my innocent conscience spoke to me:
'The second bird was last behind,
But the first in mind;
In line, it was the last,
In speed, was the first'
My innocent conscience spoke again,
This time stabbing my brain:
'The bird behind must be MAN,
The bird on fore must be WOMAN'
'Man's in white suit,
Woman's in white gown that suit'
Wow! A day to remember,
Like twenty fifth of December,
Is the hour they took a vow,
Assuming to nobody, nothing they owe.
Reality...
Now I saw them fly, past me,
Man and woman flew past the sea,
That place I couldn't see,
But only take a chance to imagine,
That Bill and Coo along sea margin,
Leaving a silence of heart,
To prove best of its creative art...
And it was like, I overheard,
Or and or may be it was heard,
From semi voice, whispering mind,
A raunchy voice of the kind,
Sandwiched between gaiety,
And slices of romance and humanity.
Whatever I judged was not bogus
Neither it wa' a present from Las Vegas!
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poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
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