Jumping into a world
contained but not confined
inside my head.
Unleashing imaginitive
prowess, feeling free to roam.
In here I don't hear,
the infuriated voices,
which dominate reality.
The harsh tones rejected,
replaced by soothing winds
rustling crisp Autumn leaves.
Crimson blotches subdued
under the rolling landscape
and limitless sky.
The suffering and solitude
banished by your smile.
Your presence, the dawning
of the day,
cutting through black
threads of reality and
scintillating on the
oceans of content.

The End

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