if you want to borrow my work. tell me. don't go sneaking around like some filthy rat. and no, i do not enjoy seeing my work on other sites. thanks. oh, and by the way, if i want to be bitter, that's my problem. fuck off
Friday, March 1, 2013
i dream in...
i dream in percussions.
i dream in rosy-gold haze.
i dream of the dusk. and the dawn.
i dream of the freedom of open spaces. with the wind singing to me. embracing me.
warm drafts bearing me up ever higher.
i dream of the secrets of forests. and the mysteries of woodlands.
of the stories told by rivers and springs.
i dream of the laws of the moon. and the teachings of the stars.
i dream of feasts with heroes. and orgies with gods.
i dream in warm reds and bright golds. and fertile, lush greens.
i dream in percussions. and strings. and winds.
i dream of colorful vibrations.
i dream of flight. and impossible heights.
i dream of the magic of words.
i dream.
quovaqoqoramalenuvamelathataneshissimonerrazizzianameloiane
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