Published: 07 Jun 2018 › Updated: 07 Jun 2018
Poem
He was endleslly looking
for a person he never met.
Longing for stories noone
yet told the world.
Eyes of dremcatcher
can't touch even the smallest peace of eternity stored on a canvas of time.
Tears of cities he ghosts are seen as beautiful delights, flooding skyscrapers and bars.
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