The night caresses secrets in a dream
Speaking of promises unspoken
The doors open to the wind of the first sun
And nothing recalled will ever be forgotten
You sat there a while scanning the miles
Free child of beauty and a caged reptile
You wish you could fly but dreams cloud the sky
The rain in your brain is washing them dry – Nausher
© NAUSHER BANAJI 2014. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

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