My calm place where music plays
Maybe I'll have wings
The sky can be violet; the moon with rings.
Sparkling sand at the bays
I'll walk along with my head held high
Not a person in sight
I can return when the moon is high
Adventure through the night
When the world is too much,
Too loud,
People get too proud,
I'll escape from my hutch
To my little fantasy,
Everything I've ever wanted,
Where there's no pain or sadness,
An ever-changing, ever-calming void.
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Author:
Screaming goat (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 9th, 2022 15:52
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- Category: Love
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