The Nature To Actuality Poem by Ghost Legend

The Nature To Actuality



Everything seems to fade away,
My soul has stopped breathing.
Endless buffets were days,
Air the night kept beaming.

Next dawns had to be staunch.
The future held a meaning:
Alive to discover the bunch
Of secrets TV would tease me.

When I stepped into reality,
Humidity triggered heaving,
The nature to actuality
Is all but artistic-leaning.

Sunday, April 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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