Treasure Island

Nuwara aar


At Night I Don’t Sleep...In the Morning I Can’t Wake up


Chilly starry nights
Moon full and bright
Fireflies as pure as gold
Daisies of divine odor

A breeze stirs lightly embracing the atmosphere
Teasing wind chimes to play harmonious melodies
Rain drops reaching to feel the ground
Washing it of impurities, waking it to life

Nearby love is dancing around
Unfolding tales of passion and belief
In the intangible and unseen
A feeling of warmth and peace
… Serendipity.

Time stands still
Hearts stay true
And dreams go on

Submitted: Monday, October 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013
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