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  • _apricity_ 3w

    It was many years ago that I used to dream that with a small run, I could lift myself
    up off the ground,
    and I could fly!

    I loved those dreams in which I soared above my town,
    for the sensation of them was unmatched
    by anything in mere reality.

    With time, I noticed my flying dreams had vanished.
    Oh, glorious drifting through sky -
    where fled my youth?
    Where fled those dreams?

    Last night I dreamed
    I flew again!
    ©_apricity_



    #dream #youthfulness #mirakee #writersnetwork
    #thoughts

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    It was many years ago that I used to dream that with a small run, I could lift myself
    up off the ground,
    and I could fly!

    I loved those dreams in which I soared above my town,
    for the sensation of them was unmatched
    by anything in mere reality.

    With time, I noticed my flying dreams had vanished.
    Oh, glorious drifting through sky -
    where fled my youth?
    Where fled those dreams?

    Last night I dreamed
    I flew again!
    ©_apricity_

  • _apricity_ 13w

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    d
    Is
    This
    Nature's Glory
    As a quarry?
    Alone and at peace
    A life, a new lease
    I pull up a piece of land
    Take a little time to mend
    This rainforest trembles
    An open window in shambles
    Sitting on my own made porch
    I fire up a configured torch
    Then lay under, should I say
    What is like a porch light ray
    And I wait for that one moth
    Amongst butterflies sought
    An unwanted reject
    Like me ready to eject
    Take me now in this lush
    With the roar of death; a hush
    And I will go, amongst this gift
    Gods Eden unquestioned; my lift
    My life to stop the bleeding of the land
    So I protect this marvel, hold her hand
    In sincere motion - there is a fusion
    I can do
    I can do
    Never say can't
    So I must chant
    Let my body meld
    With this
    forest held
    tight


    Me alone a window into the future slightly opened Maybe we are all like moths to a flame - penned
    ©_apricity_

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    What if one day all the stars get tired of hanging in there for so long, and decide to fall off from the sky?

    What if such a thing already happened and thus became the genesis of our existence?

    After all aren't we all fallen stars chasing the sky?

    ©_apricity_

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    Brittle dry earth beaming with longing,
    For wet kisses from heavy heavens' door,
    In soothing rain, finds the heart’s belonging,
    Releasing the sweetest aroma...petrichor.
    ©_apricity_

    #petrichor #mirakee #writersnetwork

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