A dream car
Rode in front of him
Wishing for the same,
He saw in awe
Sleek and sophisticated,
It moved in all its glory
There started his imagination
For the fame under his name
A split second,
And nothing's the same
All the dreams begin to shatter
As his bike collapses
A jiffy,
And there's all black in his head
Outside,
Surrounding him is all red
Eyes with the daydream look
Will now hold it forever
A smile playing on his lips
Will be gone forever
Simple beating of heart,
Continuum of breath
Once taken for granted,
Is now fading away
A flower,
Waiting to blossom,
Is already wilting away
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Echoes of my soul...
PoesíaWhen action seem too meager, Words take lead When words fail to make impression, Poetry is all we need... Here I have, echoes of my soul... And I hope they touch you or inspire you in any way they can... But thanks for sparing a glance :)
