Saturday, December 4, 2010

Let the snow fall all around me

My feet are the mallet

Creating a white canvas

Where I use myself as the palette

My eyelashes strip away

To a butterflies wings

Shaping the trails

Where my heart dare sings

My dreams are the sails

On my ocean of hope

Because this imaginary land

Is the route I use to cope.

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