Category : Poems

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I remember the day I met her in the park. 
She lied on the ground facing the sky.  
She told me she awaits the shooting star. 
But confusion arose to my blinded eyes. 

She confessed about where she was. 
Her imagination was so wild. 
She was a lover of art
And she dreamed to live the fairy tale life. 

She had a sensation of written words. 
That captured her between two worlds. 
She hide her life of reality
Behind the thoughts of fantasy. 

I still can't believe she knocked
On heaven's doors. 
For the uplifter to lift her spirit 
She must be an angel in the heavenly kingdom. 
The fantasy she lived was now lived by her friend next door.