THE INTIMACY OF STRANGERS
Forgetting
Linger with me in my state of grace
Serenity of fairy-tales
Crumble me down in pieces
I conceal my pain
I rhapsodize my dreams
Caved in to the collage
Of the cloud of reverie
That interferes my bliss..
The enigma of the hues
Makes me reminisce
That's why I forget
to embrace and celebrate
My life.
Bela
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