Leaves of your thoughts
Fell on the threshold of my eyelids
Pushing me into an island of tenderness
With sounds too sweet and light too warm
Tiptoeing through the bridge
Of make believe and real
Refusing to surrender
Circling around the lamp of illusion,
Treading the path carefully
and Glowing vigorously like the setting sun
Only to vanish later into the sea.
$300
Crystal Jackson is a former therapist turned author. You can follow Crystal on Facebook or at www.crystal…
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