Where the thoughts meets the soul,
There's the answer, that makes you whole,
Where there lies truth, no doubts no fear
Where there's no proof that the world is real,
Where reality is no farther than dreams,
Where there's tears, flowing in streams,
Where gently the sunlight beams,
Where peace cleans what time won't heal....
Beyond all that I feel....
Where I'll live after my last breath...
Wearing forever, a mistic wreath,
To live in the land of the dead...
To live in the promised land....
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Author:
Sylva (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 17th, 2025 03:44
- Comment from author about the poem: We carry both the prison and the key inside us. Escape.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 6
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
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Comments5
very good write, enjoyed
tysm
An interesting write, sometimes we struggle to find the key, nicely written
Whether you believe this message or not the wording is so beautiful it deserves a fave. Very nicely done
TYSSSMMMMM
Welcome to MPS 🙏🏻🕊️
TY! i found my ppl here ngl 🤎
That's so good to hear🙏🏻🕊️
This is so beautiful
TYSMMM 🤎
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