Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Distant Dream

I yearn for a land
Where they feverishly pray
Where the river kisses the rough sand
Where the people chant the names of Gods
Where the land cushions the hard rain
And all the flowers, dewy covered
Floats silently down the waterfall
But i am bound by reasons
I cannot yank my chains free
Despondent I fall asleep
To dream, thoughts turned to nightmare

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