Reminiscence

This poem was written when the world felt ethereal to me.

Reality

When I sat and reminisced about my past,

The macrocosm that encircled me appeared unreal,

As the rain poured and the wind blew,

My feelings sank to the profound oceans,

I gazed and dazed, until my world emerged,

A secret hideout where I am free and gay,

Flowers bloomed and nature sang,

Until I was awoken to reality!

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Amrita Basu]

Here's my honest opinion: I . Love. This.