Sometimes...
The fog on the mirror masks up the thoughts
As the droplets stream down slowly
Is the mirror shedding tears along with me..I wouldn't know...
But I wish I could see it smile more often ...
Sometimes...
The blazing moon reaches out across the skies
so close yet so very far away
Is the moon shining some light in the darkness..I wouldn't know...
But I wish I could hold it close in my palm more often...
Sometimes...
The untiring waves break the shore
as the tides of times gobble up the sands
Is the sea sending me a message of silence...I wouldn't know...
But I wish I could walk on the seaside more often...
The fog on the mirror masks up the thoughts
As the droplets stream down slowly
Is the mirror shedding tears along with me..I wouldn't know...
But I wish I could see it smile more often ...
Sometimes...
The blazing moon reaches out across the skies
so close yet so very far away
Is the moon shining some light in the darkness..I wouldn't know...
But I wish I could hold it close in my palm more often...
Sometimes...
The untiring waves break the shore
as the tides of times gobble up the sands
Is the sea sending me a message of silence...I wouldn't know...
But I wish I could walk on the seaside more often...
2 comments:
Goodness.. it is really a very nice thought.. very well written.. loved it. Thanks.
Gosh! Very woman, very you.
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