Being Poem by Madrason .

Being



Life is to grand
for any illusion
for in its wonders
there lay no confusion
it's an intrusion
in magic you see
to shoot an imagined
bird from its tree
nothing, more or less,
complicated …..than
to kill what in the mind
…….is free.! M

Sunday, September 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical ,poem
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Madrason .

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