Silence in and around,
No voice, no sound.
But when light shows a perfect gleam,
That's when you daydream.
Wandering minds,
Swift in speed,
Of luxurious lives,
And never ending greed.
Throbbling hearts,
Minds afar,
That's when you daydream,
Apart and far.
It's him, or her,
Swearing forever,
Swinging scenes, never such seen,
Pure in heart, faces clean.
Trinkling drops,
In the endless stream.
Never stop thinking,
Never cease the daydream.
~:ZG:~
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Yin and Yang
Poetry"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." ― Leonardo da Vinci "Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the...
