far away
four dimensions away
barely a picture to recall
but in this breeze I build a dream
it gently passes over me
and makes of hope a memory
and coaxes me to fall
it suddenly occurs to me
you've slipped into the songs I sing
the object of my wanderings
I want you more than anything.
About Me
- SaronBrianna
- searching for freedom from regret and compromise. life is not a series of problems and solutions, but a medley of mediums I have been given with which to create. texture, pattern, melody, and color. how else are these made but through mistakes, hurts, dreams, and relationships?
1 comment:
sense, methinks.
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