Thursday, August 11, 2016

Predator and Prey

Ethereal clouds show me a fantasy;
Millions of spiritual dust form a reality;
My eyes are hooked to the serendipity;
My vocal chord registered the voice "Epiphany";

The scene in the sky shows no duplicity;
My legs stayed in the balcony happily;
I was astounded by the predator;
I gladly let myself a prey to the 
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4 comments:

  1. I like the idea of spiritual dust forming a reality.

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  2. it's lovely to be a prey to nature's beauty...

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  3. beautiful, really liked your poem from begining to end.

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  4. I don't mind this predator at all xD
    beautiful

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