Xanadu
To laze in the shade amidst gardens and gold -
to live for oneself and forget what one's told -
to drift languid in pools for years till one's old -
Oh sweet, selfish dream! Take me out of the cold.
There I can write for hours on end,
let my dreams run amok through the clouds ...
But what would I write of?
Why should I write?
As my mind sank into soft pillows of luxury,
and I forgot the bittersweet struggles of life.
Growing weaker and weaker in paradise.
6 August 2022
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2022
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