Someone was whispering in my right ear:
In a life without aim
We can escape
Chasing the perpetual movement
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Smoke and the absurd Of the present moment Darken The memory of a time Where wild horses Were grazing freely The ember tasting graze a roamntic poem and done in a sweet storical type..liked it and the way you did this poem is fantastic and meaningful..well done...and hope you never stop writing more poems..10/10
Darken The memory of a time Where wild horses Were grazing freely The ember tasting graze as cryptic as the origin of your name from 'John'
wonderful cognitive metaphor: ''Smoke and the absurd Of the present moment Darken The memory of a time'' and an excellent surrealistic poem.....10+++++ from Mari