Living an eternal wait, destination is somewhere
Awaiting my moment to wander off…away
Of stars and meadows, of woods and smell of earth
Within concrete confinements I dream of open spaces
Bright eyes. Wordless smile. Aging beauty.
Broken tracks, parched grounds, I walk along barbed wires
My aura is Purple
I live in the bubble of lucid dreams..
1 comment:
this too... hurts
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