Along the avenues
of my dreams,
you always find me.
You… often walking
of my dreams,
you always find me.
You… often walking
next to me.
Holding my hand
under a long
vast orchard
of breathtaking
cherry trees.
Although time slips off
from my fingertips
each time
you are with me…
wild grace of silhouettes,
of you… and I…
replay like in the movies
at the bedroom
of my mind.
Afternoon whiff of thoughts.
Old thoughts… finally given justice. š
May you find yourself between the lines.
š·Ā Akira DengĀ fromĀ Pexels
