bektobesmak

By bektobesmak

Dream travel

I travelled to an unknown land
where it's said you're to be found
There I let my heart breathe
indulged memories and nostalgia
resisted the gift of your departure
of which now I write to you.
An incidental offering,
Well-received, regardless.

In a waiting room free of walls
and non-descript we appeared.
On a tall tower which swayed
with each slight breath of wind
lurching like a firefly floundered
I stood, then tumbled gently.

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