(looking
at the photo)
dreams,
softly float
from darkness to the surface
and then again
sink into the night,
wither away with time,
in the past..
if time allows
and eyes meet with eyes,
the flow of time will stops.
but cruelty of time keeps eyes away.
the touch is cold and bloodless
c:NKO @9/16/2012
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