Saturday, 21 October 2017


It wasn't an instant connection
Neither was it an exciting conversation
It was merely just a touch of silence.
The distance.

In the fourth dimension a flame of passion flick
Souls and minds circling and bound like an honest trick.
Tumbled but not fall.
Crumbled, breaking the wall.
Stumbled, crashed and growled,
Silently like snowfall.

In a kingdom without a land,
A home built within this flame.
Planting the seeds from the seedless roots
The time for reaping is absolute.

Feel the touch without being touched
Feel the blood rush in every hush
It's the souls, some might say it's crazy
It's the souls...
Of you and me.

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