I slowly drift into Dreams In the middle of the Day Weaving and drawing, A story In the empty sky, which is still a Mystery. The white snowy clouds Carpeting my incomplete stories The birds flying and singing Add music to the dull mysteries. The sweet innocent rain Cleaning the inaccuracies of my artwork The cold breezy wind Lamenting and carrying to places unknown. But the reality...
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