Drop lines, if you know verses;
fill thoughts as though viewed converse.
Travel inside time and place,
giving your word for some space.
Would you enhance your world scene
that pilfers dreams most obscene?
Grab lilies beyond your scope
that escaped your telescope.
Grab daisies and daffodils,
drooping on your window sill.
Grab lilies pink and orange,
posing inside lost knowledge.
Decide if you’re impulsive,
and not at all repulsive.
Journey throughout consciousness
wishing life holds conciseness.
Should you strip independence
which stifles cognizance?
Grab lilies, smelling the scents
of bright flowers heaven-sent.
Grab roses and carnations
freezing time for temptations.
Grab lilies a second more;
don’t trip going out the door.
Stop an instant, drawing near.
Hold me close; don’t disappear.
Transit between awareness,
willing loving, happiness.
Will you find reality
just another fantasy?
T.M. Prada
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