Like a white flower found
on the bed of a deep blue sea
I lay awake as my body sleeps
lost in thoughts and in its own fascination
I see life, somewhere between glasses and dreams
but I can't figure out what is shattered and what
below the surface still gleams… so with closed eyes
I walk on those silent shrills... till someday you will
follow the red prints… and walk over to me…
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