A WRINKLE I am becoming a wrinkle which is visible in the lit streets.I wish I were as invisible as the airs kiss.The sky may reflect the sea of your eyes to be my blue bliss.This dancing wind is a passer-by sweeping my dreams.I wonder if I should blend my own dizziness and the water springs.Could this tiny dew cover a wrinkle in the crowded streets? A dizzy ravine may whistle to make me twinkle in my unreachable dreams.The streets would giggle as they dont care about a wrinkle in their running streams.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 15:42:32 +0000