Tumultuous Thoughts, Away
Come, ghost mine, just for a minute
Let us dance you and I between the waves and the dwindled
Feather of a dream.
In this narrowed path where the stars and the night
Will flow through our skins.
Come, my journey!
I remember you, and you are the only
One who had made me cry a hundred of miles away
By the unholy despair.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
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