When fears
Are pulling us
By the ears
The quest for happiness
Ends in tears
Fruitless years
Dear
Self-observation, transmutation
And awakened
Imagination
Spread the ghosts
On some toast
And devour them
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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Comments1
Lovely metaphor set in such poetic lines. Very creative and well enjoyed as a breakfast snack.
Thanks, Soren. I’m glad you enjoyed a satisfying breakfast!
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