We fly on the wings of imagination
Outside the compass of laborious days
And unfulfilled nights
We soak in the sweat of desires
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Nosheen ..there is a space inside each one of us where love finds love and wishes don't kill.. Beautiful lines, just indicating that, in the world outside, there are hostile spaces where love is met with HATRED and wishes do kill or destroy! Extremely haunting revelation. May I invite you to read my poems Singed Hearts, When Shadows Reappearand A Road in the middle of Nowhere, which, I think are trying to bring out similar emotions. Thank you.
A beautiful place of peace and bliss is here painted with the ink of poetry. Poetry itself sometimes provides this excellent escape that can be both therapeutic and transnational! Well done my friend!
I used to talk to my mind my sounding board then I write...this is beautiful write..reality
We fly on the wings of imagination, ..........yes, ......... yet we not escape, can we? great write, thank you for sharing the poem with us