With all the dreams sinking...
With dust settling...
Breathes come forth as blasphamy...
If words could touch hope...
Silence wouldn't be sought...
Warm tastes of bitter spirits...
Calm the meanings between...
The reality and fantasies of hopes...
Dreams that aren't in new decades...
Monday, June 4, 2012
Some, some, some breaths
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment