I slid across the tracks
To be never seen no more
Disappearing into the night
A smiling moon behind me
Hardly ever so bright.
The moment is coming
To break all ties
To go for the unknown,
To hide of past lives.
To disappear into the light.
Where dreams come to juncture
there is nothing to be done
but realise those dreams
forever, till the moment comes.
Winter Issue 2019
5 years ago
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