Tuesday, 19 April 2016

fragment

Between us,
a fragment...
beyond the knowledge
to love and live.
A mysterious telepathy
each day killing
our soul.
A dream to cross the tulip garden
and cuddle you
blooming.
Aha!
your miss call
a downpour
in the wasteland.
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