If two of them was the desire of the heart
Now it was the time spent apart
The fanatic world hasn't showed up
Dreams have stopped to come
And the two birds laid numb
Only one thought was like plumb
"When will they be called again?"
Pictures slowly played now and then,
Of each other's hold
Grabbed by fear controlled
Who knew was watching,
How they missed feeling,
Who knew this was their new trial,
For when the love starts growing,
The sentiments become primal
Some space will start showing
Without their knowing
Absent in their thoughts
Picturing across
The land of imagination,
She was playing with this relation,
For the real reason they were brought
Was to get lost.
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The Time We Dreamed
ПоэзияDifferent dream, same person. Cassandra and Jason are trapped in a world of fantasies each night, with nothing to do but to get to know each other. Can this magic curse upon them be one of the best things that had happened or will all fade away in a...
