Let me steal the whispers frozen in <br />the space between the heated skins; <br />waiting to ride the night’s swing that shall <br />reach the dark skies that hold my stars. <br /> <br />Darkness can’t hide the glitter in the <br />your twin oceans that hold the storms <br />on a tight leash, till the volcanoes erupt <br />to devour everything that’s tradition. <br /> <br />The night moves on slowly as a dream <br />trudges along to fruition, kissing every <br />milestone that comes along the way, <br />each stride being the destination itself. <br /> <br />The heart wants to change the rules <br />tonight; basking in the moonlit glory <br />that’s brighter than the summer sun. <br />Let the mornings wear the night’s skin. <br /> <br />Yet the sun shall rise to reflect on the <br />remains of a starry night, the scented <br />breeze shall yet again visit the grooves <br />to start the mystical journey all over again. <br /> <br />Save as bookmark <br /> And check this box if you want to show the text in your <br />'I recommend you to read' list, Confirm or Close<br /><br />Nikunj Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-groove-3/
