| I bath myself in soft light of dawn dreams, my song's whistling by first early bird, my thought's weaving in wind streams, reaching the longtime desired seaboard, alerts the friends seagulls, fed with wheat bread, reconciles with speed the snails, touches vibrant waves, playing mermaids, surfing in lurex of butterfly sails... The rapid dawn dreams, reflected in dew, the little big world - so fragile and new; short-lived momentum- the miracle dawn, it melts away soon - I follow...gone... | |||
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Such an abundent scene you set
ReplyDeleteWould be nice to bask in I bet
But then yeah it does fly to coup fast
But thankfully it comes back as with each day it is never the last
I am glad you had blast, and yes, each day is never the last...
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