Oh fair tis life!
like the meant dream
which bows to hearts
my maiden comes
like a music which
cobbled stones sing
(the horse knows)
and like my own
expectation comes
but she with a carriage
and mine just love
upon the air!
:: 02-06-2015 ::
i scaled.
desperation
when sands said
‘no reason’
i sought death.
It was my name.
the beautiful face
of flowers sang
i was drained,
to expect love
when shadows eat
all of one’s soul.
But I did and so,
i scaled.
expectations
when odds begged
‘no reason’
i sought YOU
and love
saved me
:: 02-05-2015 ::
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