The Streets

The Streets

Through night's rampage

A wreckage of thoughts

Blow inside the longevity of

Your existence,

Melodies across the blue sky

Rekindle her face amongst

The Colors of a rainbow.

Freely my hands follow shadows

Time and time again with a delicious aphrodisiac

Franticly touched by and angel,

I escape the desires of silhouetted

Hidden behind A mirror of emotions,

Randomly chosen for my boldness,

Force to carried my burdens

Closely to heaven

Once fear was left behind,

The storm began to climb

A sudden impact of winds

Past through the reflection of my scars

Bouncing Inside the Bermuda triangle,

Suffocating clarity hearing my outcry of regrets

Standing at the edge of my Veins,

A fountain of silent oblivion brought

Reality close to unveiling the inner child passing

With Passages of a summer night

Where she captivate me,

Stroke of desires, came down on avalanche of Aromas,

Uncontrollably my hand began to shake

The dust upon waterfalls of sorrow

Clearly a prelude of true love,

Serenading lost souls to a

Concerto inside a lunar eclipse. . .

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