Lucid dreams of a place
That seems unfamiliar,
But it feels like home.
I perform a barefoot ballet,
Sinking my toes like anchors
Into the soil.
Orchids and sunflowers
Stand guard like soldiers, giving
An aroma as strong as gun smoke.
The wind whistles its tune
As the leaves tango, resembling
Lovers brushing fingertips.
I reminisce days where
The garden was the universe
And words came easy.
Today I am speechless and
Amazed by all this vast
World has shown me.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
Lucid dreams of a place
That seems unfamiliar,
But it feels like home.
I perform a barefoot ballet,
Sinking my toes like anchors
Into the soil.
Orchids and sunflowers
Stand guard like soldiers, giving
An aroma as strong as gun smoke.
The wind whistles its tune
As the leaves tango, resembling
Lovers brushing fingertips.
I reminisce days where
The garden was the universe
And words came easy.
Today I am speechless and
Amazed by all this vast
World has shown me.
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