The day rose from the deep slumber, I saw your leaves. I saw your soul. Some believe in you, cherish you but others hate you and are frightened by your powers. You are but a flower that visits my nights, my days. For you guide my dreams, but hopes they are mine. You may join me for the ride, the one that will last an eternity. It is a ride but that is my life. So please fix my tracks. Ahahaha. the words of a mad man, It is all but a whisper. AS the wind flows trough my hair as the licks brush by my nose. The freedoms in which i live. So these trees that i gew up with are all an imitation. Imitations from the forest man.
TheBonzai
08
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment