Cotton clouds,
Lemony rain,
Blueberry fountain,
Yes, indeed a fantasy of a kid.
Fields of pink candle,
Bare lands of ice,
Sunshine with pink shine,
All gathering in my dreams.
Dreams? That's what my world is.
Cause reality is not my thing.
Shining eyes of wolfs, moon and stars..that's what half of me is made up of.
A cold shimmery side of the universe's heart,
That's what a kid, hence I'm made up of.
Oceans of fire,
Hailstorms and knifes,
Bitter rose water, all like a brutal shine.
In short, that's what reality is.
So I'm better off in my dreams.
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Rymth of the wind
PoetryRymth of wind is a fictional poetry book. Unsaid words and thoughts bleeds into a blend of words called poetry. "All that is worthy does not glimmer, the words are played like a piano with shimmer and this collection of poetry is a glorious mess of...
