Glasses, broken and strewn all around, Coins, misplaced, rusty and dusty Plans, made, destroyed, redone, Thoughts processed, reprocessed and mislead Parked in minds and on the tables, The wonders of a wander lust, Breaking up as the words flow, Masked in minds eternal glow Happiness is like a stream, You swim in it like a broken dream, Deem it a choice, deem it an urge, It makes you fly towards the end.. A smile that carries you through, Generated by tender words from your muse, A simple good nights kiss, A warmth in her embrace. Unbeknownst to oneself the transformation occurs Like winds in a sail boat the chambers commence It would not be a simple beginning, But one that leads to life and its wonders..
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 17:59:42 +0000
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