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pinkster
Guest
In a place that doesn't exist,
I dream of life with a twist.
But as unhappiness unwinds,
no words form;
because I dream in color.
It's where shadows don't exist,
and happiness is a rainy day.
The kind of rain that melts away
With a gentle smile,
Like ice on a summer day.
This warmth I feel through you,
I need not see you to have.
Yet it's like a moment frozen -
a lost reality.
In my dreams time is the sand
that becomes wet and never falls.
07.10.03
I dream of life with a twist.
But as unhappiness unwinds,
no words form;
because I dream in color.
It's where shadows don't exist,
and happiness is a rainy day.
The kind of rain that melts away
With a gentle smile,
Like ice on a summer day.
This warmth I feel through you,
I need not see you to have.
Yet it's like a moment frozen -
a lost reality.
In my dreams time is the sand
that becomes wet and never falls.
07.10.03
Are we lost a day?