In this world we live in
A fairytale,
It seems
In the highest moments,
Where heaven meets
A tingle,
A shiver,
A cry of something
Imaginable,
Like music,
In a box
It stays there,
Unheard,
Unspoken,
Only to be discovered
At dusk,
In the chest of our dreams.
Don't expect this to make any sense.
1 comment:
You can't say that it doesn't make sense, because any reader can interpret it to mean anything they want.
I like how it talks about dreams. The world in it's best moments is like a fairytale, so good, so precious, that it is this hidden secret in a treasure chest! I think that is what the poem seems to be saying.
Stuff written when distracted/not paying attention in class can be interesting! =^_^= Not that I'm encouraging you to not pay attention, but...this is a good poem/rambly thing!
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