Red colors...
Remind me of the forgotten sunsets.
Red, like the cheeks of a shy flower, innocent.
Floating on the Clouds, Swaying in the dark.
A view of my sorrowful night, a compliment.
Every night it leaves
A deep scar on me,
When desire tells
That I want to be
With the moon,
Knowing it's been an unattainable dream.
So for the rest of the night
I write down a dream.
In my unattainable dream,
As I want to dream.
beautiful imaginary.the piece speaks your mind. great job sir
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