[The day with it's clouded haze]
By Jara
The day with it's clouded haze glides me through hanging trees whispering leaves of wreckage avoided for so long The day with it's elegant grace promises a rising sun dancing on waves of forgotten oceans Do I know how to swim? The day with it's mysterious remedy peeks at me from corners of secret places inhabited by magical dreams Can I return to sleep? Aaa Then the night comes gliding on wings of moonlight accompanied by a sea of stars drugging my mind with a natural potion reality softly sighs beaten by the colors of mind Do I have the strength to live? Do I have the courage to die? Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 06:43 AM PST 0 • 10
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"The day with it's clouded haze..."