W O R D





W O R D

It is a magical word
Of a broken world

It is an epic tale of freedom
Told by an ageing prisoner

It is a stunning movie of a half-reality
Tailor made for your dreams, which will never become reality

It is the strongest thing to exist
And yet is more fragile than clumps of sand on a beach

It is waiting us in our dreams, hopes, and regrets
Drifting through our miserable minds like a siren

It is a word conveying so much meaning
In the case of something so meaningless...


Devin Giray Tarı

03.02.2021













 

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