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The Limits
Are the minutes.
Dreams of streams and means
Latitudes stretching beyond
The scope of understanding
With the waving of a wand.
A place where there are no fences
And the potential isn’t curbed.
Of infinite possibilities
Realised and not disturbed.
I go there in my dreams sometimes.
Take wings and fly away.
Far from worldly restrictions
And leave without delay.
With wings outstretched, I glide.
Across the boundless sky
And discover latent prospects.
I’d typically belie.
Unlimited and unshackled
Where prospects find the width
To stretch the possibilities.
And test the length and breadth.
Nature whispers silent words.
Only understood by those.
Who stands in the correct position,
Next to the juxtaposed
Outside, the rain is falling.
Tears from heaven on the ground
Messages I’d not deciphered…
