Dream world
The music flows on, spinning
slowly in an endless circle
of painted time.
Listen to the colors—
can you feel them dancing
in the depths of your soul?
The beat streams on through a forest
of sewn words
that grow from the nourishment of creativity.
I dance, dance,dance through the colors,
sew words with my mind,
slowly in an endless circle
of painted time.
Listen to the colors—
can you feel them dancing
in the depths of your soul?
The beat streams on through a forest
of sewn words
that grow from the nourishment of creativity.
I dance, dance,dance through the colors,
sew words with my mind,
and eventually collapse
in a field of playful imagination.
Lilac clouds sing to me little lullabies since forgotten,
and fairy petals dance
with the courting gold winds.
I hear, I see, I feel a mix of so many things.
Fantasies come alive at a single thought,
and cares pass me by like a dandelion
sprite running free to home.
These are the things that make up
my beautiful little dreamworld—
please don't take them from me
like you have everything else.
in a field of playful imagination.
Lilac clouds sing to me little lullabies since forgotten,
and fairy petals dance
with the courting gold winds.
I hear, I see, I feel a mix of so many things.
Fantasies come alive at a single thought,
and cares pass me by like a dandelion
sprite running free to home.
These are the things that make up
my beautiful little dreamworld—
please don't take them from me
like you have everything else.
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