Thursday, September 19, 2013

Sometimes me reaches the hill, only to feel... You, the Breeze,

Sometimes me reaches the hill
Only to feel
You
The breeze,
And
There me alone stills
Meself,
For there is
No cease
To your dreams,
For there
Can never be
Anyone
Barring me,
To receive
Your Tranquility,

For there
Breezy You blow
Like a flow
Only in me,
As flows
me without me,
And
you without you.

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