Days In The Blackberries Field
Years draw wrinkles on our faces while we wait for the miracles.
I wonder why no one told us to open our hands and grab it the very first moment when we reached the cloud and pulled it toward us. Jealous night swallowed everything and cursed us to forget all shades of blue.
Since then all we know is wandering and waiting for a new chance. The day that never comes.
another wind blows
trying to wake me from dream ~
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