My thoughts, like the waves that erase foot printsnever stop caressing my mind, to hold the bloom for ever.My heart, like the reflections on dew dropsnever stop following light, kindling the flare within
Like a lone child
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Me & My Writings
When the life woven in streaks of dreamscraft patterns blending colors for tomorrow,my memories from the past meltsalong with the mist, past my faded vision.
My thoughts, like the waves that erase foot printsnever stop caressing my mind, to hold the bloom for ever.My heart, like the reflections on dew dropsnever stop following light, kindling the flare within
Like a lone childbuilding the castle on the shorefar from the tide and the lingering wind,hoping the night will drop its jewels overI sit waiting in the shade left by the wise.
My thoughts, like the waves that erase foot printsnever stop caressing my mind, to hold the bloom for ever.My heart, like the reflections on dew dropsnever stop following light, kindling the flare within
Like a lone child
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