Teira Naahi

Saturday, March 11, 2017

No One Could Dream - 06

I have at hand a book of sand

Once written upon a star

In a sheath of gold

As black as coal

Therein the masters heart

For some it smiles

For others so sad

But for a few 

A point to be mad

It is silently sung

And blindly seen

With a name

That no one can dream:

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