The Illusion of Imagination
brushes the horizon
as if it never ends
and stands there dreaming
quietly anchored to a flimsy hope.
Time stretches more in longing
than in moments
with each second
teaching the art of waiting
as each heartbeat
whispers “soon.”
Like an unfinished song
never tiring of its own echo
desires always linger
chiming their tender throb
until somewhere in between
unannounced, patience arrives.
Not a virtue we seek
but a companion we become
sitting beside hope
walking with longing
learning not just to wait
but to breathe
in between!!
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 2:39 AM UTC
The Illusion of Imagination
brushes the horizon
as if it never ends
and stands there dreaming
quietly anchored to a flimsy hope.
Time stretches more in longing
than in moments
with each second
teaching the art of waiting
as each heartbeat
whispers “soon.”
Like an unfinished song
never tiring of its own echo
desires always linger
chiming their tender throb
until somewhere in between
unannounced, patience arrives.
Not a virtue we seek
but a companion we become
sitting beside hope
walking with longing
learning not just to wait
but to breathe
in between!!
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