I sit inside a building
Within four concrete walls
Beneath a low concrete ceiling
And dream of beautiful meadows
Sprawling grasslands
Shady trees
And wild flowers
I sleep on a wooden bed on soft mattress
Inside a mosquito net
And dream of golden sunsets
A star-strewn sky
Gurgling rivers
Blue oceans
Misty mountains
No matter where I am
My mind takes flight
On and off
On a winged horse
Leaving my body sitting or lying
On a fantastic journey
To magical lands
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I think every poet has a Pegasus to escape to peaceful, beautiful lands. I enjoyed this poem, it resonates with my own thoughts today. So well expressed. Thank you Ruta.