Living life as light as snow
Follow where the wind doth blow
Up high with tightened chest
Down low with bated breath
Senses heightened with the dream
Intricately sliced in a minute stream
Hallucinating pictures, colourful glare
Eyes translucent in a stare
Diamonds sparkle in the night
Ghostly Spiritual, images fight
Lucy swooning misty clouds
Dissipating thunderously loud
Harkening downward flight to hell
Crescendoing sound convincing sell
Tricked into a joyous haze
Believing magic, ending days
Monday, 7 November 2011
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