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07 October 2015


Near the bosom of that mind locking place,
The breeze truthing things I longed to hear,
My mind dashed to the unreal,
With a pain so severe that of a bird in a cage.

I should leave the place soon,
To be in another zone of time,
She reminded.
I would rather tie my thoughts on you,
To wander along with you,
Taking hold of the time zone you own;
Real or unreal, I whispered.

Let me take a little delight,
In the moment I am in,
Realising the realness of the unreal,
Before I get woken up by my busy self.