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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ᴍᴏᴏɴ (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 17.5.2025 We carry both, the prison and the key inside us ≛ This is sylva, im remaking my account!
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fact check, this is me
There is something about this write whether the internal rhyme or cadence, or just the message that makes it special. A fave
Excellent write and good to see you!
Sylva, I’ve spent a lot of time with thoughts like these myself…that strange place between what we know, what we feel, and what might exist beyond all of it. This connected with me right away. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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