The Lights, the blinds
The rush, the looks and then the hush
Our shoulders brush
For a brief second, let me hold eternity
Before the limelight focuses and burns me
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miracles and mirages
PoetryWhat is the glistening light that is reflected when one is stranded in the desert? Is it worth walking towards mirages or is it the miracle that breathes into you as you step forward With every ounce of strength and leftover courage, I guess one w...
The Lights
The Lights, the blinds
The rush, the looks and then the hush
Our shoulders brush
For a brief second, let me hold eternity
Before the limelight focuses and burns me
