Autumn leaves falling
Sun setting in the horizon
I never knew we’d be there
Watching the pole star brighten
Escape sure was real
Somehow covered in beauty
Of place and its people
Making it seem like a movie
Did we deserve this master-piece?
Perhaps not really
But we embraced every moment of it
Not letting go of the city
So much to take in
Subtle pieces of nature’s work
The darkness that slowly engulfed us
Into its swirling perk
Minds blown by the tapestry
In the castle we moved in to
Seemed eerie at first
But settled with the view
Everything seemed magical now
Living the dream of our dreams
We didn’t want this bubble to burst
For everything felt serene
The sky looked dressed in jewels
Moon its conspicuous pendant
We felt heavenly
For having seen it in present
It’s ineffable
The holiness we felt
The sky is our home
We were there, content
I never wanted to leave
But did so eventually
For happiness doesn’t last long
Somehow experienced it, luckily
Mar 4, 2022
Mar 4, 2022 at 9:30 AM UTC
Autumn leaves falling
Sun setting in the horizon
I never knew we’d be there
Watching the pole star brighten
Escape sure was real
Somehow covered in beauty
Of place and its people
Making it seem like a movie
Did we deserve this master-piece?
Perhaps not really
But we embraced every moment of it
Not letting go of the city
So much to take in
Subtle pieces of nature’s work
The darkness that slowly engulfed us
Into its swirling perk
Minds blown by the tapestry
In the castle we moved in to
Seemed eerie at first
But settled with the view
Everything seemed magical now
Living the dream of our dreams
We didn’t want this bubble to burst
For everything felt serene
The sky looked dressed in jewels
Moon its conspicuous pendant
We felt heavenly
For having seen it in present
It’s ineffable
The holiness we felt
The sky is our home
We were there, content
I never wanted to leave
But did so eventually
For happiness doesn’t last long
Somehow experienced it, luckily
Sometimes, all we can do is imagine. Imagine a world where we want to live in. We create our "utopia" and dream of it. We read to live different lives. We write to experience different worlds where we wish we could be. Here's a little world I dream of. Here's to a war-free and amicable world, smokeless and beautiful Earth.