Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 14, 2016

Hey, traveling in my dreams~by Hana Shishiny


 

 

Hey, traveling in my dreams

Hey, traveling in my dreams
But now for the distances to flex
Fisher didn’t blow up with Andy.
And settle down and fall asleep.. Between my hands..

The Sands of the sahara are we and calm down.
And you are not guided by passenger..
Like a bird swallow prowling the skies.
Traveling out.. And back to me.

I’m tired of storms.. Sick of serenity.
I’m tired of the dark.. Then light.
I’m tired of baad.. Back then
And life is lost.. Don’t chasten yourself

Burn tickets sir
So proud of the temple in poker
And forget about the ports.. Forget the seas
Strange under orders. And reg perfume.
They sell the promises… Dancing Flowers.

Come to my world… It hurt my hand..
And will not relax or fly… Like a swarm ţbwr

by Hana Shishiny


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