When your heart yearns for that feeling to get entirely into another world, another infinity; to sojourn to depths unknown. The longing to flip the fragile pages that hold your heart's deepest emotions, darkest secrets, silent agreements, and the most desperate pleas that can never be voiced out. The longing to smell the scent of a secret garden during the freshness and innocence of Spring. The yearning to escape, to run away to the foreboding yet sweet abysses only found in those fleeting moments. To the cities and towns of beautiful, enigmatic reflections and thick, faultless shadows. The heart to read.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThoughts spared for the ones who love and hurt and smile and believe at the same time. © fourthrose 2015 | AL
