I Imagine

December 31, 2015

I imagine a road self conscious of its beauty,

yet so humble to the walks of many strangers,

seeking peace in silence,

The day transforms into a dancer,

performing a new art within a painting,

made of golden feathers,

from an ancient being still immortal,

yet invisible in feelings,

I imagine a road that tells a story,

of many who found true love,

while drinking a cup of coffee,

and staring into the sunset,

I imagine you as the most elegant,

for whom the roses shower fragrances,

to celebrate the music within your smile,

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