Everlasting lived.

Minutes that didn’t end

hours which didn’t count.

Between words, ideas,

feelings that one can’t explain.

 

Was I eluding myself

in realities you’ve brought?

Were they as real to your eyes

as they were to mine?

Defying memories answers hold.

 

Shy glares revived,

forgotten times of childhood

like a dream with opened eyes seen,

unaware realities being,

a missed home by your side

found lost in my own paths

before, and now,

unwilling to be saved from you

nor wanting to know how.

 

From the book Love of a Hibiscus (click here). Free for a limited time of two weeks. Leave your reviews and rate.

 

 

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