Nestling down in an arm chair at moth hour
Reading a book; I slipped into a trance.
I saw my self out in search of a vague slippery thought
Journeying through the maze of caverns
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Beautiful reverie and your journey in a strange contraption (Time Machine) to magic lands. For a while I too got lost in that fairy land, now hesitant to come back to the world of grim realities! ! A beautiful dedication to your daughter, Latha!
world of routine, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
A long poem, but beautifully strewn.10/10 Thanks for the note.