Iroko Meadows

Iroko Meadows

To exist in the region,

the power in illusion.

Distincts the boundaries of imagination.

 

How scornfully, thoughts of despair,

plants seeds of actualisation.

Everything is not as it seems.

 

Yet power yearns to sail,

a darker wave in the wilder sea.

 

To realise only exists as misery,

and lives in sighs.

Harassed by disguise.

 

The beauty in duality,

only soothes possibility,

and deepens the gloom of wonder.



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