by Ranbow Colour   May 23, 2017

Things seem to be working out this time.
Long holidays basking under the sun.
True words floating, seeming like they were meant to be.
Poised and responsive, Canceling out the screams.
Soft pillows catching dreams.
Excitement stretching out, catch me now, and always caught.
Always one step ahead without thought.
One note prolonged sings, seems to rise above the rest.
Times slowing. Take another breathe.
How long. Who cares? Breath.
Sleep falls from the eyes as they open up.
Years past? Who knows? Bright eyes now looking.
Shimmering dreams of reality.


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