Monday, April 21, 2008
I wish to go back to those dandelion dreams
Make a wish as you blow away the dead
Childhood blown away as quickly and easily as those gray particles
Floating off down the river of dreams
Only for new dreams to sprout on the the banks of the murky water
Make a wish as you blow away the dead
Childhood blown away as quickly and easily as those gray particles
Floating off down the river of dreams
Only for new dreams to sprout on the the banks of the murky water
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