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this is a poem about the horizon of my mind |
There lies the end of the world, Where begins the world of my mind. There beyond the skies, The vast expand of my mind takes off from the ordinary, And flies over the unknown, With wide open eyes, To the new world of news... The planes are lonely, as always was. Green meadows lay ahead, Like endless mesh of unknown forests. Asked my mind, with a quiet whisper: Did you find my life mate? Silence is the best answer, When ignorance is the feeling. Meadows said nothing, As if they know nothing. Silence is a hiding place, When you know secrets that sound unpleasant! There, somewhere in the middle of the meadows, lay a small pearl, unnoticed by ages, Beautiful and glowing, Tired of waiting for its owner. Finding a soul approaching, It said, "how could fate be wrong on me." Life is like that. You expect one, And you get another! The vast expand of my mind expands, Till the expanse covers all that can... When this completes the expanse, It returns to the world of forms, Where Plato welcomes my mind And says, "Here you belong, Come and get settled, Only to go back when time is ripe!" |