quietly, stealthily
I walk
trying to not be noticed
by the owners of this property
I don’t know
how I came to enter this place
but now that I’m here
I never want to leave this space
it’s so beautiful
white like the cocaine
as far as the eyes can see
I’m so glad, that the gates were opened, to this monumental grace
while I stood in my waiting line
waiting to be entered, into my hellish state
I should forget about that, now
that’s past me
I’ve to just try
at my own steady pace
to move around this serene solace
that the guards fondly called paradise
quietly, stealthily
I walk
trying to not be noticed
by the owners of this property
I don’t know
how I came to enter this place
but now that I’m here
I never want to leave this space
© Lishaka Gulati
I am amazed how you have compared the beauty of the extents of white grounds with cocaine and not with snow
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Or even cotton for that matter
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Lovely
-David
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