Poetry

Passing By

I exist in the recesses of my mind
Where reality is undefined
I can’t identify what I feel
When everything I see is unreal

But once I saw the horizon in twilight
Knowing everything is all right
The moon and the earth prancing
With all the planets, I saw, dancing

Transported to this world of folklore
So now that I’m here no more
Just an echo of a soul elsewhere
And I, told by everyone, I’m here

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