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#WritcoPoemPrompt118
Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes...
a midway full of thieves,
a pure soul is where it leads,
unbelievable extinct to our believes,
a place full of relieves...
the leading way, with my closed eyes,
eager to see where feets brought them,
just with the trust of the dreams of my mind,
walking unknown paths, miles and miles....
the desires are dense, won't let me loose,
my will pushing me to go through.
my eyes are waiting to see
dreams turning into reality...
© rhythmydv
Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes...
a midway full of thieves,
a pure soul is where it leads,
unbelievable extinct to our believes,
a place full of relieves...
the leading way, with my closed eyes,
eager to see where feets brought them,
just with the trust of the dreams of my mind,
walking unknown paths, miles and miles....
the desires are dense, won't let me loose,
my will pushing me to go through.
my eyes are waiting to see
dreams turning into reality...
© rhythmydv
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