Another night has passed
Yet another set of dreams
Travelling through the line
Between the oblivion
And remembrance.
It’s difficult to see
Through the mist of reality
But not to follow
If we only listen
To the silent voice within.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Another night has passed
Yet another set of dreams
Travelling through the line
Between the oblivion
And remembrance.
It’s difficult to see
Through the mist of reality
But not to follow
If we only listen
To the silent voice within.