Bohemian rhapsody...

Like a song
Purely bohemian
She arrived
Like
Singing
Replicating
A freedom
Dreamt
But underachieved...
And me
Once getting into the deep
Of Her Divine voice,
A tune full of joys,
Just experiences a meltdown
Loving the road
Loving life...
And loving Her
The bohemian
Of a traveler likewise
A rhapsody pure...
A  lure...
As if that has always been Her proper Self...
The Best...
The Uninhabited...
The Rise...
The Fountain...
The Mountain...
The Sky...

(Note: remembering Freddie...a mercury!)

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