A Display of Exposition

A huge swing, swirling into unknown, burying whims one by one A droplet of tear touches a small hand, a tiny world in reflection Its silent roar touches a faded glory, a forgotten dream of a long lost song I see lights in darkness, as you said, dreams do not spellbound life for long Zero balance of zero hour, a math of a balanced ebb of egotistic foolish try Burned out soul of ashes still utter for yet another chance, another huge cry mon rêve depuis longtemps oublié! Signature of time tricked in a strange way. Gipsy clouds won’t wait for a fossilized past , disasters of a blackened dismay, Still remains , an undecided moment , the beginning of an inevitable lullaby Life is nothing but a vanishing story, an effort of chapters soaked in wishful try. Alarm of reality never derail a dreamer, quite a success in his long expedition I will meet you there, my empty box of soothing dreams, a display of exposition.