Colored FictionBlossoms all sewn inside the trees, The golden rays all about my knees; The beauty of this setting sings forever. The blue skies singing without clouds, The bee dancing on the young flower; The beauty of the lovely lively to the life.Colored Fiction
I know I cannot stay, This place is not my day. The cold reality calls me back.
But the bright light, dances and sings, The flowers growing in colored throngs, Slipping into green and brown to live; To stay here; anything I would give.
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"The air comes out of one body and is breathed into another. The music, does it pass out of one ear and into another, as the old expression goes? We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us."
Anne Rice
feel free to ask me if you've got any questions and whatnot~ ^-^
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Sometimes it feels like I'm raining on the inside...
I'm looking for a perfect sky, I'm looking for a perfect sky
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