Without notice and fear
I fly like Peter Pan.
Slaying visible evil dragons
with a smile on my face.

Yet seconds later a daughter
is cut to pieces by demons
I cannot see!

As Don Quijote again
I look for windmills
to pass time.

Waiting for the perfect storm
wrecking patterns of dystopia.

Poetry by Sunlit
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Written on 2022-02-22 at 14:10

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A lovely poem that reminds me of a younger time. Thank you for sharing.