my ink stained letters
yes,letters...
yes,the very ones that gleam when held up in the light
yes,letters...
yes,the very ones that gleam when held up in the light
they go ahead and shyly smudge the dreams
the skipping and laughing
the twirling and running
dreams
rainclouds carry my laughter
a butterfly flutters
a florist somewhere lost his balance
petals just rain down
these dream bubbles float high
every night
every morning
yet another concoction
the skipping and laughing
the twirling and running
dreams
rainclouds carry my laughter
a butterfly flutters
a florist somewhere lost his balance
petals just rain down
these dream bubbles float high
every night
every morning
yet another concoction
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