Utopia

Trapped in a land
Where the mountains
Have no names
And the birds no song

No sympathy
For my mind

I am dreaming about it
My mind on a mountaintop
In a world

Where the skies go on forever





Poetry by O_regelbunden
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Written on 2005-05-29 at 18:59

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fazza
This is a very skilled wrought poem, I think, with the rhythm so well expressing an almost zen-like feeling of how everything is of the same nature - the mountains, the sky, your mind.
2005-05-31