When the metaverse doesn't compare

Liberate , no obligation, all the fragile.
Breathe soft magic, in their ears,
Forgotten tongues.

Dowse their lungs in pine perfume.
To clear their stale breath

Coat their shoulders in the mischief
Here to have.

Wash them tenderly
In the mists the waterfall offers
From its basin, where the eddies dance in time

Shoe their feet,
In leaves that trees once clasped so dearly
Let them feel the mighty boughs that bridge sky - earth

Your soft bosom, beats a song of true resistance,
All who walk into your valley are restored.
They resurface, to their normal,
Factory reset.

Cleared the cache.
Swiped the memory
Press restart.





Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2021-11-26 at 22:58

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