In A Way

In a way that a fantasy is never what is
True,
Wanting is never the same as having something or
Someone,
Appearing like the Light in the Heart of sudden Hallucination,
Lotus blooms flowering strangely familiar, yet unknown
Secret hidden rivers flowing inwards repeating promises
Only,
Disappearing just like Fantasy is never what is
True
Wanting
Someone . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-29 at 22:53

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