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Bernard de Silva
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« on: February 01, 2012, 03:47:09 AM » |
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WILD NIRVANA.
I roved along those trails, I never walked,
except in rapturous odysseys, of the mind.
By pools, where dappled sunlight stalked,
fantasy returned, uninhibited, unconfined.
Wilderness, a catalyst, to a myriad dreams,
the conjured Nirvana kindred spirits share.
Here a wonderment prevails, or so it seems,
and phantom lovers, to secret trysts, repair.
A refuge from reality, each sojourn’s relief,
mystique exists, in acts kindled by the mind.
Each a chalice for honesty tinged with grief,
the mind is unfettered, its limits self defined.
Solitude, yet not alone, for a presence dwells,
then, falls in step, within the mind’s confines.
A conjured illusion, yet joy, within me, swells,
the world is my oyster to rove as Fate inclines…
©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva…29/1/2012.
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