Poetry · Philosophy
Paradise
Is there a reason that the pursuit of Love,
Causes such dissonance.
To Yearn for the sky,
To dream that the wind carry me in to the heavens,
That I stare in to the sun, face to face.
Yet born without wings to soar…
Love is the greatest pursuit, and the cruelest game.
It is both a desert and an oasis.
I wonder…
If I'll be able to last the journey to paradise?
Love · Dissonance · Pursuit · Paradox
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