Making Sense


 

In this world, where we are

Nothing but some tiny art

Thinking and counting stars

Where ever and whatever we are

We don’t care about the scars

When we are being dragged apart

Into the abyss of broken hearts

We are dreaming back to the start.

 

 

© An Empty Glass, 2016

 

 

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