Saturday, March 1, 2014

Think stars, breathe skies and walk milky ways

Where passion and dreams are regarded 'good but impractical', where falling in love is falling out of line, where love is measured with a shopkeeper's scale for worth to price ....
Where 'dreaminess' is a term of abuse hurled at those who think stars, breathe the sky and walk the milky ways.. this , my father, is what I have made of the landscape you left me just a few decades ago, a field where dreams would sprout when you sowed hopes.

From here, let me begin the cleansing within me. For how can I hope these cracks in the mirror to reflect the beauteous face of the cooling full moon. Why blame verdant landscape when stink is in my nose.Think stars, 

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