Looking for an emerald…

Travelling between

the thin line of

reality and fantasy,

looking for an emerald

that resides in me,

.

I stumble through distant paths

get burnt by dragon’s tongues,

 I climb the mountains

to see no sun

but be struck by lightning

in search of something

that is nowhere

but inside me,

 .

I dwell in darkness

feast on my own dead skin,

split open my eyes,

looking for that island

where I think the stone is;

 .

fantasy becomes reality

when I last return home,

and find some drops

falling down my open eyes,

they glint with a distinct sheen,

and I realize,

they are the dear stones,

I was looking for,

in the realm of fantasy,

 .

all the time,

them being overlooked

by my heart,

but present

in my own reality.

*Written in response of dVerse Mirage/Fantasy prompt.

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Random Poetry

Fibonacci

See

me

in the

eyes of

nobody else but

only that of your very own.

Five-Liner

Meet

me on

the river side

where is situated the

temple.

Fibonacci

The

long

chatter

you have had

with yourself, for sure

did terrify me completely.

Haiku

beam of Sun over the

top of the enchanting tree

trapped in memory.