Silhouette dream.
Waves of light,
Standing in a row
Moved out of sight.
They walked too fast
Or my feet were slow,
Trapped in the dark
It felt so mellow.
You held my hand
I took a breath,
We ran towards sun
To escape death.
Very sentient with silent thoughts, allowing a dream to become an escape from death. An innate quality of mystery surrounds this poem. Enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love! To escape for your life. Nice work.