I had a dream, once.
Painting a vase, sit or stand in a particular position.
It was on the edge of table, side by side the walls.
The walls were coloured pastel, the flowers bloom.
Surprisingly, you were there.
The history of high school who has yet to be unveiled to public, belongs to a private realms.
Roaming around, trespassing the mind, then I woke up.
YOU ARE READING
the melody kissed my face
Poezie"I looked deep into his eyes, to see any reassurement and consciousness of what he has been saying are true, But, I saw none."
