MeasurelessA Poem by Ana B.A
life in prose... in a world of rhymes… A
golden ingot …in a satchel of dimes… I
had fallen for the right illusion Cause
for my insanity, reality’s the intrusion…
Leaving
for the great wide open planes For
the secret meaning this life obtains… Into
the wind, hope is a passive activity Embroidering
all the patterns of the relativity…
My
heart starts to wonder once in a while If
it’s legal to be as doubtful as docile… Cause
once accepting our limits, we go beyond them That
passive activity becoming our silent anthem…
A
guilty heart is silent. A
joyful one has tones to say… A
pacified heart is smiling At
the meteors that come our way…
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