A Story Of The Dream, The Awe And Lost Shores

Seabed calls to enter the awe Walk through the door Drawn once by a shaking hand of a child Pure fantasy Touch of a dream Let me bleed Feel a moment ever gone, ever flown  Islands of life live forgotten in every tale you read A kite flies high, a path passes you by TearsContinue reading “A Story Of The Dream, The Awe And Lost Shores”

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