Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Imagination pt. 1

The trees sparkle and gleam
they wink and smile at me
With every airy breathe they take
I can feel my soul awake.

Tickle my dying heart, it's weary again. I've been walking, howling back at the wind. Berate me, erase me, I have to give in . Time is a wasteland created by the imagination. I walked through and left memories askew. Toys and toys filled with infatuation.

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