A journey to a world of fantasy
Accompanied by a heavenly choir chant I dance.
Shortly divided from the world of silence.
I dance and dance, along with other lonely souls.
An absolute veneration for the creator of joy and sorrows.
Despite the sole of my feet bleed, I stay careless.
And the exquisiteness of the red ornamented my flesh.
I can feel the insistence of happiness to gain.
As of being hypnotized, I ignore the pain.
Oh there is life more life in this fantasy.
Life that a poet could only manifest in his reverie.
Fortunate, grieved, splendid, dreadful.
A life that's full.
Copyright © Shirley Candy | Year Posted 2013
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