The walls are saved in memories <br />Of our past behind tomorrow. <br />The boundless hugs are not my enemies <br />From them the happiness I borrow. <br /> <br />The windows open through my eyes <br />To search the end of endless land. <br />The morning dew is smartly wise <br />And brings me to the sunrise strand. <br /> <br />The rooms have own perfect vision <br />Where every time can find some lost. <br />For the patterned emotion one decision <br />Escaped place to be is right the most. <br /> <br />The doors are never locked for feelings <br />When you go through them you feel so free. <br />There are no untouched ceilings <br />Above the top my freedom has to be. <br /> <br />This chair is unreal ocean <br />Whit lonely breeze and wasted sands <br />But already have given my devotion <br />Sometimes to warm disappeared hands. <br /> <br />This bed is hidden mirror <br />Between the secrets is the rainbow road. <br />Next crowded day is nearer <br />When is written the existing code. <br /> <br />This dream I see is lost outside <br />In labyrinth with foggy blue. <br />I’m so far away, into your heart – inside <br />Waiting wish to be come true. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © BGAuthor.NET<br /><br />Gergana Petrova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-55/
