JUDGMENT DAY
While I sit quietly, waiting for the blow,
Like a lightning bolt, memories flashback
of you and I, together
And as I wake up from slumber
You are like a dust blown by the wind…
For What I used to call ours wasn’t a reality…
But just a dream… a delussion… a mirage of hope…
A fragment of an imagination that somehow, somewhere, we are ONE…
- Vida de Leon
