In The Present

Hundreds of silhouettes dancing, they wave goodbye
In the distance their voices
The charming call draws a whisper hard to resist
and steps are approaching while I'm leaving
it's so confusing, this thirst is like a dazzling desert
saving my hands for a moment, in the Present

How far we can be in our thoughts
imagination is an amazing field of wildflowers
illusion a glass bridge over monstrous realities
where radiant and mesmerised daydreamers
walk with a grin on their face, peaceful but fast
saving their mind for a moment, in the Past

poem by Ilaria Boffa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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