Escape

I poem about the word escape. It ended up turning romantic.

Intertwining mornings grace 
Break upon this deserted place.

Take my soul 
Encumber me. 
Let thy visions 
Be set free.

Can we dance 
On lunar petals, 
Take a glance 
From lunar metals. 
Through a lens 
So far away 
Stride onto this broken day.

Tell me now for which I seek
A day so vast 
Upon my feet 
Grab my hands 
Let’s swing the loo, 
Breaking stance 
Seperated from you.

Around the corner 
Every man speaks 
To take your hand 
Is what every man seeks.

I However wish to ploy 
My independence 
And simple voice.

The End

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