The dream meanders
Like a slow moving snake
Taking in all the dirt, grime and a little bit of sunlight
Take the metro on days like this...
Stay away from the doors, keep
Your eyes firmly on the book
The dream loves to hibernate
The hint on you hair
Is what colours my eyes
The dream lives
Feeding on hope...
Stay,
Stay near me...
1 comment:
POETRY!!!!!!!!
DELICIOUS! :-)makes me sad sort of
:-()
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