Lilypads to dreams
- Lalima

- Jan 25
- 1 min read
Lily pads glistened on the ponds lining the narrow uneven tar path
The sun beamed heavily cautioning the summer heat around the bend...
I walked idly while the cold coffee in my hand condensed hastily
I spoke into the microphone knowing my voice never reaches your ears...
The onion peels fell one by one exposing soft pink flesh
Even the slightest touch of knife could slice it to pulp ,
I couldn't help ..
The unmoulded clay awaited my bare hands to fabricate it's definition
As usual my mind rested after a flutter, back onto you...
You stimulate all the 86 billion neurons inside of my head space simultaneously
Unruffled by the harsh stinging sun
boxing me down...
I trodded past the fields, the homes, the tangles of green...
Unseeking.





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