Ode to the dreamers
Ode to the Dreamers
For us, are the highest mountains,
For us, are the deepest valleys,
For us, are the lush green pastures,
For us, is the evergreen spring,
For ours is a hunted breed
For ours is the troubled kind
For we live in the world, yet never with it
For we know of humanity, yet never of humans
For we live at the edge of oblivion
For we spread o...
Thursday 12th January 2017 4:58 pm
A Flight of frenzy
A FLIGHT OF FRENZY
I sit and I wonder,
I hope and I dream,
I see in the sky and let its depth swallow me.
I lay still,
And the body lifeless;
But the mind,
Oh the mind is soaring, riding and galloping; on a stork, on a horse, on a ram, on a breeze,
On the wind of the spring and the waves of the seas.
I soar up as an eagle and I see,
A trans world laid out in front of...
Thursday 12th January 2017 4:56 pm
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