Emotions. They expand. Like a bat’s wings.
So, off we go dwelling in the past. Events which look
fleeting in the present, assume a different shape as they grow older in the
memory. A second look. A secret glance. And, words take new meanings. Actions
are re-acted. Judgments are passed without the accused standing a chance.
And then, forgiveness creeps in. Arriving unannounced.
I am all, but, a prisoner of my dream. And darlings, so are you.
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The lips talk and the heart cries.
Words exchanged.feelings estranged.
Dreams take wings and fly.
Reality tells you they must die.
Prisoners we all are, no doubt at all.
Not of dreams, but, the dark call.
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