So, after a few weeks without a good internet connection I'm back with another poem for you guys.
Finite Fantasy
To free flowing field's
I would freely float.
Fleeting falling fantasy
Like flies in forests far reaching;
Forever following flowing forms.
I wrote it after a few day poppy tea binge.
I ran out of poppies, the fun ran out, and the pen came to life.


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