SYMBOLICALLY
Poetess Shaiqua Murshed
The
image was sent to me. It is not my creation, I do not know who the
creator is. It is a beautiful piece of work that infuses the mind with
paroxysms of thought and delight.
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Lost in the wilderness
Of reality
A footfall in the mystery
Of life
A reflection
Worth a thousand words
In a mirage
Ruled by myth
He stands
At the edge
Of gilded lilies
Searching
For an answer
In the day
That will dawn
Tomorrow
As mystical
As his being
As real
As a dew of blood
That floats atop
A ripple of water
Don’t try to understand him
He doesn’t understand himself
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Lost in the wilderness
Of reality
A footfall in the mystery
Of life
A reflection
Worth a thousand words
In a mirage
Ruled by myth
He stands
At the edge
Of gilded lilies
Searching
For an answer
In the day
That will dawn
Tomorrow
As mystical
As his being
As real
As a dew of blood
That floats atop
A ripple of water
Don’t try to understand him
He doesn’t understand himself
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