In a country called childhood
where he knew he'd be king
He built a palace of sunbeams
And trained nightingales to sing...
...of stories of waterfalls
That fell into the night
And fortresses of dust-storms
of formidable heights
He guarded the valleys
With skies crotcheted like lace
But by the time his country was a republic
Children had left the place
Day 20 of 108
All that meditation is feeling heavy. My face is puffy and bloated and back, shoulders, and neck are stiff as hell. But it's okay. It w...
2 comments:
daaaammmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnn cute .... hehehehe!!! :)
I really like this one. Reminded me of Metallica's Unforgiven.
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