Fantasies are fleeting shelters
For souls weary
Of life's relentless pressures.
©Aarzoo Mehek
Truer words have never been spoke, fantasy is where our minds go when the world keeps hitting us over and over with grim reality it can turn i to a drug or a pick me up. Wonderful work@
So very true. Many of us can resonate with this wonderful thought. After regaining strength we can face the pressures of life again. So well expressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an incredibly perfect and beautiful expression of fantasies in both the poem and your notes. Also, beautiful photo!