Thoughts
are inorganic phrases of emotions
Tracing myself backwards
something like lava
Past years
made of dreams enraptured both of my hands
Can you feel your cells pop
every time heart splatters before love
The dream last night told me where I am
Still the condition that strains
Vanishing heartbeats called out to light
a debut of long rehearsal with inadequate doubts
The sinister silence
slices dreams in sentences of comma senses
Love as to feel
Regardless the distances
my heart
becomes volcano
A bottomless abyss
that may raise like hell
Waves of hearts
soar across nemesis of soulless deaths
Solemnly
cradles all
13-14 Aug 2012 Lyric dreamer
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