Not like the imprisoned flame fighting to succumb
the element of pouring rain.
Not like the crippling horridness of old age struggling
to survive with half a breath.
But with lighting like rays of a glowing beacon,
shining way through the keyhole of bliss.
With the white moonstone wrapping around
your wrist and leading you with a pointing shine.
Here, a place full of emerging gods and
fulfilled promises, will I show you the way
to find and lift the golden key to unlock
the fluffy door, inside it the world of dream.
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About the Creator
Melina Giorgalletou
Just a college student from Cyprus, living in NYC, trying to find herself through words and writing.
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