after a mint coffee
layers of cream foam
on a blue cobalt mug,
night of ebony and shadows
erasing an empty day...
ivory pages filled with a fountain pen
nobody will read...
transparent as an invisible man
hiding the sorrow in fantasy land
endless journey to the abyss...
wandering as wordless Quixote
over meadows and creeks
raider of the lost ark of dreams
like a quest for one bliss made of poppies
daring to challenge devils hand...
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