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As things are getting hotter. It may get all too much. I know a place to cool. I'll surrender to its touch. Blue beauteous waterfall. Existing in my mind. You are there with me.
I wanna stare at the sunset. I want to forget everything. I want nothing to regret. I want to stay there and just have those memories of good stuff in mind. I want to shut the world outside.
#nightdwellers The nightjar, feathered ink, takes flight - Behaves like shavings of the night. He sings electric, buzzing odes, A darkness engine on cloud roads.
There's a yellow thing Hanging in the sky I don't know what it is I won't even wonder why It looks fairly familiar Think it's been there before But it's normally quite cloudy So I really can't be...
#household Banging on the rooftops Kicking down the door, Pouring through the window, I can't take it no more.
Red light fiery furnace bright,. Orange like soft candle light,. Yellow sun, a pretty sight,. Leaves are Green, if look you might,. Blue like waves, rough and uptight,.
#household. Sit with me, and stay a while. I'll warm you if you're cold. Together watch the shadows move. Upon a field of gold. Sit with me, say nothing. Let lovers tale be told.
There once was a tiny butterfly whose wings were fragile and weak, She swiftly glided through the sky despite being so meek.
Little bird, little bird, you longed to fly so high. Your wings they would have flapped one day, to take you to the sky. Your tiny little body, lay in my hand, so light.
The wind blew cold around me, Making me shiver and shake, I curled up beneath the large, oak tree, And stared at a falling snowflake.
I saw this spider the other night. And it really worked hard. Going back and forwards from one corner to another. With the thread behind it. It was working in the night. In the rain and for what?.
The window is dark. The window is scary. The window is blurred. The window is looking out,. Out into the night sky. The window is bright. The window is enlightening. The window is clear.
A single red rose Different shades of red Standing there lonely With a sad hanging head.
Come sit by the river, Lay your hand in mine, We'll chase the dawn together, That's how lovers pass time.
The water and the waves, moves by air. Brushes my cheeks, runs through my hair. Somedays the wind is nice and hot. Somedays it's cold, and I don't like that a lot.
The sunlight pounces as the child bounces Happily as the sun up's high. The frothy foam of the waves that roam And give the shore a gentle sigh.
I can hear the rain Crash on the window pane, Each drop it sounds the same. Although unique is each splatter... The little pitter patter, Tells me that the latter Of these statements are true.
Do you ever feel like you need to take a walk. A walk that never ends and lots of time to think, but your legs never hurt and your feet never ake.
Spider |. Spider |. On |. My |. Pane |.
I once visited a place that was so comforting, I didn't want to leave, could spend my whole day just resting my head there..
Tidings from little Feather's world, Her kittens have survived what the weather's hurled. The rain it screamed and drenched the night. But the kittens revolted with all their might.
In Feather's domain, The rain was a fright, It was drenching the streets, Not a dry patch in sight. Rivers down roads, And torrents of wet, All in the 'summer', As bad as it gets.
I found a toad in my garden today An ugly amphibian I have to say It was sitting under a mossy stone Enjoying the peace, all alone.
Rain,rain,rain why so dull The rivers and streams are so full.