Far visionsA Poem by Mazerunner
Shades of brown ebony and wood I see
Up high on the hills you and I stand free Smoking cold air like it's our cigar Flowing across thoughts that lie far We keep walking hand in hand on dusty roads together I know we'll find that one chosen path among so many doors through every kinda weather Where there's no rooms but infinity And the ends meet to bring our love fantasies to reality © 2019 MazerunnerReviews
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1 Review Added on April 10, 2019 Last Updated on April 10, 2019 AuthorMazerunnerIndiaAboutElectronic engineer passionate about life have simple dreams like writing a lot music is my element more..Writing
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