The dreams left alone,
All time turned to stone,
fly up high in the limitless sky,
not scared,not ashamed,not shy !
The warmth of a mother's palm,
The shadow of a father's inspires calm;
All free,free to paint;
or meditate in a lone corner,be a saint !
where time goes slow,
but the seconds go fast !
as much as you desire,
for long it shall never last !
For too long have i been awake,
Dusk is upon me,and soon night shall fall,
where it rains petals and life is light,
drowse away,blur my sight !
All time turned to stone,
fly up high in the limitless sky,
not scared,not ashamed,not shy !
The warmth of a mother's palm,
The shadow of a father's inspires calm;
All free,free to paint;
or meditate in a lone corner,be a saint !
where time goes slow,
but the seconds go fast !
as much as you desire,
for long it shall never last !
For too long have i been awake,
Dusk is upon me,and soon night shall fall,
where it rains petals and life is light,
drowse away,blur my sight !
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