Escaping the Bonds of Illusion

Worry not that we have escaped
The bonds of the illusion
Fragile and dubious delusion
Filled in story of the past,
Without the facts, it couldn’t last
Beyond a word, a smile, glance,
Seldom speaking and seldom asked
We see no strangers, only friends
We’ve not yet met, 
But, the time has come
Amalgamate, let’s congregate
A twist of fate, a moment in time
We can meet and celebrate
Come in your way and I’ll come in mine
Peaceful discourse of neighboring theme
Let’s see what the new year brings.

About Laura DeLucio Gross

The beauty of the word is the subconscious nature in which it finds it's way upon our lips or past our fingertips. The stroke of our fingers on a pen or a key or the softest breath carried past our lips have such an impact that friends, relatives and strangers can carry such words with them in their minds, to come along with us on a journey into our thoughts. In our darkest hours we must always remember to remain conscious that people have lived and died by words. I am a wife, mother, confidant and friend to many. There are no strangers in my world. Only friends that I have not yet had a chance to know. Sensually minded, self-educated, street wise, natural living, power tool wielding, minimalist mom with transcendental aspirations.
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One Response to Escaping the Bonds of Illusion

  1. meiro says:

    Nicely written.

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