Reality

February 21, 2013
Reality is a ripple
On a mirror
Stolen from a memory
Dreaming on the edge of sleep
Trickles and trickles
Rubbing gently
Just like always
Experience is a slow tapping
On the window of the soul
A doorbell breaking the silence
Starting from a sleepy state
Where all is gossamer
Happiness is a forgetful place
That remembers all
Kiss pressed to forehead
Gnetle music and meaningless song
Spring breeze touching the past
Goodnight and wait for morning





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