For an honest smile,
For a happy sigh,
I need but a moment,
A moment that's mine.
For a light step,
And a dance and a skip,
I need but a place,
A place that is mine.
For the moment and the stage,
I search amongst the lanes,
My steps tread towards 'home'
But... nay...this is not the way.
1 comment:
there lies a heart
that is as parched
as mine
far from the laws of physics.. it says
that parched heart is the stage for a parched heart to pour itself.. and momentary moment for a movement less life
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