Poetry
Wiping Off Synchronicities
Where are our dreams roaming after visiting us?
When wiping off synchronicities, I know They continue in unknown countries Playing hide and seek in invisible realms.
Where are our dreams roaming after visiting us? We only live on the surface, ignoring, In a survival attitude to conform.
How are we impacted and how are we impacting? Like the flapping of a butterfly’s wing causing storms, Synchronicities are just cascading between worlds.
