December 03, 2016

Dreams

when time stands still
and the distance, infinite
the bird call, I will be
in the gray of passing night
when the dawn is golden
and mist blends with the light
a blurred dream, I will be
that vanishes out of sight


-drawn with MS paint




1 comment:

  1. when the sun is burning
    and the world, too bright
    the silent wish, I will be
    yearning for the darkness of night

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