A reality of affection and grace
Of an endless dream in a perfect place
Where people like us are wild and free
On territories made by you and me
Time gave us a special phase
When we wake up in a daze
Where broken people dance for lovers
And innocent people crave under covers
A youth it was but a wonderful craze
Temporary, surely we only have days
But please tell me I'm not crazy
About poetry, lust, and a dozen of daisies
Endless nights and sleepless days
We got our heads up without a trace
Not even a hint of regret with constant ecstasy
On a place, only you and I can see
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
