Everyday's your birthdayA Story by LamisThoughts I had under the stars for he who created the stars or perhaps the life that holds the stars within."Everyday's your birthday" he said. I couldn't hear him, I was wondering when I'll lay eyes on a different sky of a different hue, a different blue and clouds to tell me to keep dreaming, stars that sparkle so I'll keep reaching. When will I look at your sun and
see you, catch your air and breathe you? I'm longing for your world, where has
it gone? And days when paint stained my
glasses as I found my good night sleep in the middle of paint brushes and old
scraps of my Anatomy book, but looks like the paint has dried, all has blanked
and the melody's gone. But I don't know where to look for
you, someone said I'll find you in me so I flip the pages and between
yesterday's bitterness and tomorrow's headache I look for your trace, I know
you're somewhere between the lines hidden in a dot or an apostrophe or perhaps
you're the word, phrase, book and pen and maybe the smell of coffee in my bed
sheets or all of that together… If I could just define you in a
word, painting or a lifetime… Why can't I when I'm floating in you, dividing in
you and growing in you, but I still wish I knew you. They say at the loudest tune your ears can bear, closed eyes, open heart you'll hear his voice and you'll
know that somehow everyday's your birthday. © 2013 LamisReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 27, 2013 Last Updated on August 30, 2013 AuthorLamisDresden, Muslim, GermanyAboutI'm a soul that loves to stand out, loves to see things from different angles.. :) Life fascinates me with it's magical twists! I believe in magic.. The magic that lies within our God-given souls! .. more..Writing
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