rose-coloured glasses (Remove filter)
Bubble Of Oblivion
Honey glazed canopies
Shelter you and me
From the piercing rays
Of the sun, governing us in dismay
As we remain ensnared
In our reveries,
Oblivious and unaware,
Our fantasies as fickle as the breeze.
Perhaps it's not always a sin
To stay confined within
The bubble of oblivion;
To wear an armour of neon;
To shield our eyes
With rose-tinted glasses;
To sing with illusory passerines-
...
Thursday 27th August 2020 9:44 am
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