Shangri-la

Oh, beautiful fictitious paradise
Of folklores
Bless my every thought
sailing through the corridors
Of my most valued created words.

May I once again
Scribe my drying plume
onto the virgin parchment
Placed before me.

Shower my heart and soul
With the red passionate ink
Of inspiration
Allow my escaping dreams
To share with the world
Where Poets rest their souls.

Awaken them
So, my every created
Word, lines, verses, odes, songs
And sonnets be relived
Onto this parchment
Of Poetic Pleas
To be read and heard.



By: William Bonilla
D'Artagnan
01/27/2022