A Peace; Still
Peace Of Heart
The flower of power of my dream rides the tide awake in the night. And to that I feel right now to become the sunrise in my sleep.
It’s time to dream of the right to be free. That is I have the right to see. Away too far in the night I dream of love at first sight. Give me a ticket for a plane as I see with a friend of that I play. I cry and that I pray to have her by my side.
Take it to the limit for her to see her face again in a minute and climb a tree. The time has come to believe and restore the lights of tomorrow night to be free again.
So when I get up and fight for the right to be in the place of that a flower should be. That is true to see her to in the morning light to see love at first sight again as I see. She is up from the skies from this mornings flight.
About the Creator
Paul Noel Cimino
I am a spontaneous spiritual artist
I seek to find answers in the art and writing I create.
I like to express it to my heart and make it come true.
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Dreams :)))