-=Dreamsongs=-

Beneath La Luna's soft repose, a story begins anew.
But dreaming grass and singing cloud won't clear my thoughts of rue.
I drift and sigh and fall to earth as spirits oftan do,
but refuse to partake from a vessel,
that my eyes do not see as true...

My clouds are only lined in tinfoil...

9/17/2012

TheRogue/Marc Guerrero(c)

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