Miles of luscious, fertile landscape passed
Over fields of flowing, lively grass.
A bird's eye view of this world of joy
And another memory for grief to destroy.
For within this dream you once more find
A world forgotten and left behind.
A vision of peace, never achieved
A promise of serenity that only deceived.
To now only see when you close your eyes,
For when you fold your wings the dream subsides.
Awakening unto the crippling realization
That the beauty you saw was falsification.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another one that I wrote before, I've got a few more on the way and then I'll start posting new stuff
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Comments1
that last stanza was perfect.. i love the entire piece, tho.. & the music goes along with it so well.. btw can't wait for the new stuff to read 😉
Thanks man! This is one of my better poems and so I decided to pair it with my best song. The last stanza is my favorite as well.
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