concept

 How I loved the girl of my concept,

How she vanishes in thin air,

The countless bridges, inroad marks, I misplaced,

The concept all suitor’s hold so dear,

The concept foments ideals in a alienated chase of never ending want,

Alienated and far from truth,

The ideals that burn the foreign chase,

The suitor’s last wish,

She weaves and mends a host of broken dreams,

If dreaming means counterfeiting reality I, have done so to perfection,

My guest a stalking shadow, tossed in four directions,

If there is such thing, I shall find it.

 

The chase  Clic here !

01/04/22

Rafa EL G