Sun kisses the earth
And the leaves held on the urge to reach
But the finger we already coming forth,
Plucking the dew-dropped fronds from the ground.
And who to hear out the silent screams but her alone.
Friday Friday Friday
The alarm barely woke this dreary mind and yet it has been rudely awaken.
We were all running away away again this time.
The murderers and mercenaries and zombies and monsters.
None could catch up no matter how close they came by
Even if she could feel their breath down her nape,
They couldn't catch her.
And there, she'll be forever on her feet,
Wheeling on dirts and stairs and puddles.
Who's the masquerade behind the facade her fear?
Who's to say when this dreams were coming?
Who's will wake her from the sleeps?
The music played low,
Soothing in its own domain
Pulling all the sinewy thoughts and drained limbs back home.
The lids open back into the darkness
But we couldn't see the difference in both the worlds.
We wonder we wonder,
Timelessly
Aimlessly
Frivolously
That maybe, she's trying to break free, away from her.
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