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Sunday, 8 January 2017

[Poem] I Go To You

Why step into my dreams 
When you have no intentions; 
Of forming a part of my life, 
Why take my mind hostage? 

The memories, like gossamer, 
Swirl across my mind in colors; 
Wine tilts to catch the lights, 
Akin to glimmer of my hopes. 

You fade in and out easily 
I learn you like a dark mystery; 
If you won't penetrate my world, 
Shall I go into yours instead?

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