At The Balcony

I stand on the balcony of my dreams,
Where neither time nor space have any avail,
And where illusion and reality are obscure.
I step out into the dim light that the night has to offer,
And there I am exposed.

The silhouette of my reality dances in the shade of dark shadows
And I can see but a mere glimmer of its composed agility
as it flutters in its gaiety.

Part of a poem by Sarah Pichardo



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