The Planet fades within my eyes
Giving illusive memories in its disguise
Flowers that spray, feeling so nice
I wish to return, to touch the sky
To hang from a limb, ever so high
Its fragrance drifts music in my dreams
The planetairy Orchid is not what it seems
About the Creator
Ocusan M
I write in a surrealistic style learning new realities as i researched Quantum physics in Quantum Dreaming where the man had a Quantum computer in his home that could see into the future.
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