dream, fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

Made of

We all are made of
blood,flesh and bones
a dysfunctional heart
that keeps pumping dreams,
love,memories to an ignorant mind
a soul that wants to wander in
galaxies unknown,
though immortal it is afraid
of the world out here

but don’t you know it already?
haven’t you felt it already?
the ignorant mind my friend,
the ignorant mind.

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