Air without wind –I’m asking for movement Desire covered by emptiness Hope where fantasy died –I’m still asking for motion Clouds walking with birds Leaves in windy spirals Breeze touching my lips –I am amused by this! _____Adriana Citlali XXII-IV-MMXII XV-I-MMXV
Tag: fantasy
A fantasy sorta story: It is dangerous to walk a dream
The old man strolls the moon without any reason Sometimes he stops to wonder why he walks On occasion he forgets the pace and finds himself running in circles Some circles had been run often They are now deep and quiet He rarely strolls the imaginary…