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Late night
I sat upon the moutain
looking at the projecting image playing soundlessley on the sea
Simple delicate story
Seamlessly flowing with the cureents carrying the image and leaving behind a heartache
Fluttering like the winds
Waiting
and waiting for the arrival of a dream
where i can dive from the sky entering the world of perfection, according to my afterimage.
Perhaps that would happen or get swallowed by river of time
mastering the craft of self revelation
reaching a point of return from the dream
subconsciously aware of the touch of my fingertips
in hallucinations.
Murmuring of reality acting as arms that pulls me out,
i dreamt of seeing the world from the moons light
where everything is projected as beautiful and blue like the gentle flow of the vast profound.
© Ashy_
looking at the projecting image playing soundlessley on the sea
Simple delicate story
Seamlessly flowing with the cureents carrying the image and leaving behind a heartache
Fluttering like the winds
Waiting
and waiting for the arrival of a dream
where i can dive from the sky entering the world of perfection, according to my afterimage.
Perhaps that would happen or get swallowed by river of time
mastering the craft of self revelation
reaching a point of return from the dream
subconsciously aware of the touch of my fingertips
in hallucinations.
Murmuring of reality acting as arms that pulls me out,
i dreamt of seeing the world from the moons light
where everything is projected as beautiful and blue like the gentle flow of the vast profound.
© Ashy_
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