Oh They could be as cool as a long awaited kiss to the neck
Even more, as dazzling as bubbles in the air
And new borns frolicking on water bed
The glimmers of hope, if I must say
You see, if hit by this in a dream
Anyone is gonna wake up and prau
Not for nightmare
but for a gentle fall into a baby train
Smooth as an evening ride
And as fine as the beam of white light
Horses of success must be speeding out at dark
flicking shit of brilliance on human heads
If this not be true, then a cliam to the source of that
which is conceived is to subject to many persons talk
Hovering in circles till horses are applauded
vino aina
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-night-thoughts-3/
