Monday, July 9, 2012

Dissolution waits

The world is a collection of beautiful things, if only you would open your eyes.

O return to the place that you came from

Be that a place where your soul stirs in the breeze

You close your eyes and fall into the euphoria

Again I find my reason in that corner where I am set free

Carry me with you, to the place of sincerest joy

Living in a fairy story, if only in a dream

I seek out my place in which I came from.

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