The finger tips, ignited the flame of thoughts, as they glide through the surface.
A picture that is vivid, yet vague enough; clear but murky, stirring up bits and pieces.
Standing away, running away, not sure what should the body do and it falls.
Falling hard, into a cosy dreamland; flying like a feather, defying gravity.
Newton was laughing at your stupidity, Einstein said you are flying in the speed of light.
Cuz the picture in the heart is travelling in time
Sinking in the ebbs of memories,
Writing down the lyrics of an unknown feeling, under the traffic light, at the crossroad.
-luminodreamer-
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