madness and trees
my madness it roams free amongst sadness and the trees steers clear of the gladness as far as I can see hollowed trees of slumber all the mystery of dreams they come in such great numbers with dragons nad butterflies they scream soft clouds of peace is where dreams come true as you wake they cease but they always come back to haunt you as you fall asleep the waking day you bid farewell open up to things you'd only dream about dream of things too way off to tell as reality and fantasy fade in and out Written June 2nd, 2001 © on Jun 02 2001 10:50 AM PST 0 • 10
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"my madness..."