Dreams
me likes flowers on the roadside,me likes my smile reflected in my eyes.me likes the wind billowing through my clothes,and touching the water as the stream softly flows. i like the sunshine on my neck,i like the ripples as the
MAGNETS AND MIRACLES (part II)
I want to touch a songof snow capped mountains,of roads winding and long,and crystal clear fountains. I want to write a laythat sings of a dreamy sunset,walking hand in hand on a rainy day,and of people i’ve never met. I
Last Train Home
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a kingly conversation
i am your king. hello. hello?learn to pay attention.or i’ll have you beheaded.oh, did you take me seriously?i was just kidding.don’t look so glum now.….i dont like that smirk either.what?you think its easy being a king?you WHAT?you think its fun?!FUN!?!it
