CAROLINE
NAZARENO
THE RESERVOIR
come, yes
come here
on a yoga mat
of no manipulations
having a little time
yet, precious time
to catch the gems of leeway
and transcend an epic routes of i and me
to simply revive the synergy
to reach the apex
of imagination
living out, living free
from dangling metaphoric fears
through clear, crystalline glaze
clockwork of nabla
deeply marveling
the sweet vengeance of peace and for peace
the songs of all, the rhythms of races
the no-war-inkling-allegories of the caves
as i take the dreams with me
on my crowning sonata
on a yoga mat
of no manipulations
having a little time
yet, precious time
to catch the gems of leeway
and transcend an epic routes of i and me
to simply revive the synergy
to reach the apex
of imagination
living out, living free
from dangling metaphoric fears
through clear, crystalline glaze
clockwork of nabla
deeply marveling
the sweet vengeance of peace and for peace
the songs of all, the rhythms of races
the no-war-inkling-allegories of the caves
as i take the dreams with me
on my crowning sonata
.
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©Caroline Nazareno/Philippines
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©Caroline Nazareno/Philippines
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