I must confess that till we do not see the beckoning beams
Of moonlit pathways , tickling the tender sand in silence
And gaits arched with pure wood ,
Kissing the royal blue oceans painted with silver
Dancing
And
Pacing
Forward and back
Forward and back
As the alluring lights illuminate the skies freeing us from our own minds
We won't see the beauty in everything
Let alone each other.
(m.m)
