Sometimes, synchronicity does the strangest thing to us, what it is that meets the eyes? A spark of recognition, A strange familiarity, And perhaps, precisely a soul's clandestine honesty. I've been peeking behind moonbeams, chasing behind hazy dreams, And still, I'm searching for a true gold, risking all the tokens I once behold. I've lost in the storming rains, blinded by my smoldering pains, And still, I'm seeing you there, waving back at me, so dear. Could it be the solemn truth, or obscured by our foolish youth? By God's will, I guess, that is to choose You and I....
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You write so beautifully, I loved the lines,
“I’ve been peeking behind moonbeams,
chasing behind hazy dreams,
And still, I’m searching for a true gold,
risking all the tokens I once behold. ..”
So lovely! I can picture the peeking behind moonbeams!
Thank you so much for your kind words !! 🤗🥂 Glad you like them😄