The Blossoms of the lake

      Till the darkness has come to take me away from the harvest of my day thoughts, I shall relieve the dreams of earlier past and keep them warm
Uncluttering the memories of your eyes, staring at  

 my heart to open up 
Not worthy of the amount of disagreement of       
   the expectations from my soul
We shall witness the blossoms of the lake of our existence
          And the shrivel of the sounds of the silence

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