We are dreams
waiting to be dreamt
dragging skies to our knees.
The whispers at east of mind
at sunrise and mist.
Chimes,
dangled against wind.
we are smiles
waiting to break.
We are Gods
waiting to be made.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
We are dreams
waiting to be dreamt
dragging skies to our knees.
The whispers at east of mind
at sunrise and mist.
Chimes,
dangled against wind.
we are smiles
waiting to break.
We are Gods
waiting to be made.
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