Artificial dream
I want to tell you
a hundred things,
And whisper in
your ears,
A thousand things,
and
Share a million
experiences,
And then some
more…
I want to be with
you,
Hand in hand,
wherever you fly,
And see those,
ever curious
About-to-laugh
eyes,
Forever…
I want to hear
your voice,
In every tone
there is,
And sit with you
and watch
The Sun going
round
And round…
And walk with you
In the rain,
Water dripping
from our hair,
On paths, weaved
with
Wild wet flowers…
And run on the
beach,
Play
catch-me-catch,
And listen to
waves and wind
While watching the
skies dream,
And then some
more…
1 comment:
Artificial dream:
Yeah, yeah… nothing much to tell, quite self explanatory, but I wanted to choke the excessive sugary-sentiness with an anti title… who knows, maybe it’s the media who created ‘love’ like the red-dress of Santa Claus.
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