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,
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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