Welcoming waves as I see from a far. Amazed by the maze that ponders a willing heart.
Random thoughts that suddenly seep. Who would have expected it would swept me off my feet!
How could you say it is not to bloom, if i see nothing but gardens of roses inside my room.
A dream is not a dream until you wake up from it, then suddenly you found yourself gasping for breath.
The tide at its height and the fire in his eyes seem like signs for that unexpected mire.
Although the sun is so bright, yet the clouds are in its forms, as if it’s about to welcome a storm.
But how could you see an impending rain , if the sun is so bright it blinded your eyes.
The clock suddenly move, voicing out its call, saying it’s time to heed its alarms.
You can go back to sleep and be lulled by its troll , or wake up and dive in and be ready for a fall.
– By Joel F.
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