Thursday, October 22, 2015

Give your dreams to your lover
Trade it for the naked soul, seen
If you lose the bet, your future shall weep
At least I will not fear, this heartache
Why, the questions shall remain, floating dead sea
May your garden bloom with flowers, beautiful cherry trees
The grass we laid on had to rot, as your memory exchange
Where I shall dance with the ghost as promised, solemnly
That is if i stay young to shoulder my strangers breathe.

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