Beauty.

Beauty lies the eyes of beholder.

A road to home…

I travel by my dreams
Breathing in air ahead
My legs keep movin
Over all my feelings laid
The sun is clouded
My vision surreal
I need to go there
And tell her how I feel
Her whisper takes me
My eyes lay focused
My prayer makes me
Wonder what my words make us
I feel her breath
In the leaves that sway
I travel by my dream
To her way..