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A Lucid Dream
I change what I feel,
it's what makes me human.
Delirium becomes my conscience,
through the mirror of my thoughts.
No lust, no pain,
only the heart-shaped box filled with jewels.
As I am a slave to captured control,
feeling none other than my own desires.
Deep and drowning;
yet, I fail to please.
Love's pleas have disintegrated into sparkled ashes,
amongst my imagination.
What was it I've seen?
A prisoner whom I love,
held captive against it's painted portrait.
Enraptured in its own beauty-
love the logics expressed in this poem with a good idea.. I went through few of your poems and loved them too..you are good poetess and hope you never stop writing and add more poems.. this poem is good and love it..hope you like my poems too.. and let me know if they also touch your heart.. I am basically a peace wisher poet with 6 books published... I am a peace dreamer, love-based peace promoter... hope you be with me... let me share here one of my own famous say with you... ( a friendly smile is the best weapon of war to fight with..afzal shauq
beautifully written! enjoyed! i used to live in Okinawa too btw