Thought I've,
already touched,
the unreachable horizon.
We danced our hearts,
with rounding fireflies,
Savoring bottled bliss,
our borrowed time.
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Stream Of Consciousness
Poetry'No one dives into the shallowness.' an arrayed thoughts of various themes; a collection of knotted perception mostly free versed micro-poetry Started: August 2020 Completed: November 2020
Forty - Three
Thought I've,
already touched,
the unreachable horizon.
We danced our hearts,
with rounding fireflies,
Savoring bottled bliss,
our borrowed time.
