When you stumble

Sunday, July 16, 2017

And seek me out
my voice will move through the light
towards the dreams that hypnotize.
grotesque gluttonic nightmares then,
through the bridge of vain hopes,
will vanish in the thin air
And I will emerge in your smile.
When the raindrops that falls
through the windows of your soul,
despairs feeding the dewdrops
and bury melancholy within you,
With the reminisce in your eyes,
I will emerge in your smile.
Walking down the lonely way
like a haunted ghost of dreams
in the roller-coaster ride
of somersaulting solitude,
If you call me towards you
I will drive through, cross a mile
And I will emerge in your smile.

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