Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Imagining You

"...Your soul is my spinning wheel..."

Imagining You

Carry me to the wonderland.
Let me drink
The wilderness from the lips
Of the evening.
Sitting beside a blessed evening
I am searching for the light
To guide me to the outlaw existence.
I take away the decoration
From the muddled walk of life,
And I draw my art.
An old survival
Has taught me future lessons.
A glory isn't a fading name
Of a fading game.
Your soul is my spinning wheel,
I keep desiring
The heart of ace.
Drinking the reveries
From your lips
I kiss the cosmos of wilderness.
I imagined you sometimes
Amidst the natural wilderness.







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