by : Bacardi Gold
14/feb/2021

Time has no limit
encircling characters
to be bold and seen
in thoughts that are crowded
with unfamiliar faces
Sometimes visions
of picking an apple
in the lone orchard
of oranges
appears
Ideas,
of fading mental images
take a flight out
and be lost
Other forms and drafts
melting in the cross roads
of empty infinities
grab attention
A tired mind will drain
which among them
has a bulging chance
of being chosen …
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