Of Surrealism and Reality
Great day in the morning!
I can hear freedom bells ringing;
I can see liberty waving on the horizon;
I can smell the sweetness of equality;
I can taste the aroma of liberation,
and can feel the warm embrace
of the tinkling unity of it all.
Above the rayed rainbow of life,
the spiraling smoke of peace rises;
below her arch, love roots itself,
and the universe smiles her beauty:
surreal moments have limits; reality, none.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2019
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