Absence of souls in serenity.

Greetings to all, today I decide to share a poem about a lived dream like as reality, it did not seem to be a dream, but if it was not, then what? therefore, I decide to prostrate it on this blog so as to share my sudden experience into the unknown. I hope you like it.

The poem

A chaotic atmospheric storm, he wandered, why so deep? I wonder when, no. At what point did I arrive? I thought I got out of bed, as soon as I took the first step, it happened.

It is difficult to adhere, only forest is observed. Is every moment that continues crucial? Going along such a path, the birches around me follow me with their gaze.

It looked lifeless,
although its trees say otherwise.

Transgressing your poisonous bushes involves scratches.

flying creatures are observed,
dIt keeps me careless, they are serene.