Evasion - ZorbaBooks


From the rattles of world

I try to find refugee

in the solitude of my soul

I evade getting touched by 

the harsh winter

that chases me.

My heart seeks 

a warm vibrant spring

amidst the freezing ghettoes.

Lucent dreams carves

a hazy arc 

from the horizon of yesterday.

I remember a 

different version of myself

through the summer boulevard

I try to get away

from my present

on a quest to get

back to my past

                              but the cycle goes on….

and so does the life.

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