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Monday, July 17, 2017

Paper Dreams

Right now the mind is blank,
right now have an empty heart;my dreams pause at a wasted bank,
then words flow without a path... Fragile as the paper boats,they float
with short lived glee; knowing fully, death's a truth and awaits them constantly. 
Yet... We couldn't complain
When ego declines, your heart's insistence; love, converse in silence..
When words cease to exist and mind repudiates; love, converse in silence..
When each word you say is always held against; love, converse in silence..
When asked to quit the game far worse, you couldn't complain; love's too terse with silence.!