Luminant

The fig leaves are drenched in golden light

Waving at the sky to bid good night

To the stars above.

 

Enigmatic visions fill minds

Dancing inside eyelids

The unconscious dance along.

 

Minds give themselves wings

And freedom 

To soar above reality.

 

Snapshots of wondrous moments

That only a single mind can see

 Spill onto paper with ink. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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