Intangible dreams
What world lies beyond the creeks?
For my eyes I bestow as knees goes weak.
With visions of the blind for I cannot see of my future,
As she goes beyond the intangible, the imperceptible.
I rise up from burning bush,
Of my life story the burst with scents of something's cooked.
Not to say that it is over
But a new field of dreams will now grow.
I smile and laugh to hide my pain,
For I have lived, but yet am not a shame.
Riddles of words that I speak, please decode and learn my tricks.
I woo you to clasp the intangible shadow of my dream
I am simply one person who chase the dreams for I have wraith.
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