The body resists sometimes
when the soul voyages nonparasitically.

Sometimes it's a reality in someone's
On another side it's just a dream, everything supernaturally.

Being in love has now a different meaning,
like rewriting the same incredulous story, as a poem lyrically.

Apart from everything, after all,
a wish again departs from the soul
In a voyage, but with no boat,
deeper it dives towards destiny fanatically.

Fate is now furious, in the dawn
suns' shining makes the sky a golden lawn
where reality is a murky winter,
stucked at the diamond harbour, in someone's reality, all alone.

© wingedwriter