Yours

Arms stretching out

Feeling the boarders of my imagination

Running my fingers on an unseen destination

How could I see things I can not imagine?

How could I become what I do not dare to be?

This box

Was not

Made

For

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee View all posts by strangerpaths