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No, far be it for me to attest,
The dreamscape of reality
When evening shadows wash away
The canvas of words that has been falling
No way up, just out, on my islands far away
Bring her to me when am failing life…
Oh Yesterday had missed it,
But tomorrow yesterday will be today when the clouds are much clearer to me;
Thoughts that linger,
in the summer, in the spring
When winter thumps it chest
on the horizon, that showed me everything
In Early December I’ll be there
when things turn grey, miasma of despair, I am not who I was in the morning
No, I am not who I was in the morning,
The dreamscape of reality
When evening shadows wash away
The canvas of words that has been falling
No way up, just out, on my islands far away
Bring her to me when am failing life…
Oh Yesterday had missed it,
But tomorrow yesterday will be today when the clouds are much clearer to me;
Thoughts that linger,
in the summer, in the spring
When winter thumps it chest
on the horizon, that showed me everything
In Early December I’ll be there
when things turn grey, miasma of despair, I am not who I was in the morning
No, I am not who I was in the morning,
Published 5th Jun 2015
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5th Jun 2015 8:03am
Love the zen-flow of your words mister!
Peace resonates on next day's wind, enjoyed
the clouds of view ;)
gnte!
~d
Peace resonates on next day's wind, enjoyed
the clouds of view ;)
gnte!
~d
9th Jun 2015 11:11am
Hey, thats a very groovy write there also ma friend, Peace resonates on next day's wind... Very right on... these kinda writes need to be unleashed at times, or the mind can not bleed out like it needs to at times... Hows every little thing with ya: wolf
