Fantasies

Fantasies
Some say it’s a sin for me it’s a way of escaping reality those stolen kisses or those pretend love a fair it’s like writing or reading a book
For YOU the readers it gives hope
Doing things in our minds that is not fiscal possible on our age
Poetry or my poetry is fantasy not reality
But one thing I am sure off is that when I walked that day under that purple tree of love all my fears disappeared

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