'Better dreams.'
By blackheart
Slide on the surface of this sweet twisting willow, Shifting and stepping across the great blue, Inside white marvels, black tyrants avoided, Falling shards quickly... how wonderfully he flew. While a while and a moment on a narly dead arm, Touching on raindrops beneath him the sun, Glaring the eye with a mindful exposure, Missing the statue from this world undone. Breeze sifting gently as the chest opens wide, Allowing the gallant to stay by his shoulder, Mastering airflows, slick quick and divine, Sliding fast onwards as the day starts much older. Sweet willow, sweet willow, dance not for the moon... Insist on the day and don't leave too soon, Pass on your memory as you carefully trip, Back home to me where you'll never can slip... Remember these dreams, Take heed what they mean... Nightmares no more, If you stay close to me. Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 12:02 AM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"Slide on the surface of this sweet twisting willow,..."