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Current mood:  sleepy Category: Writing and Poetry
sleep
an illusive activity of a tired soul eyes grow weary mind goes astray tired of being tired
darkness surrounds a theater of dreams surrealistic moments and astract thoughts no longer trespass slumber
pining for purple skies lustful green landscapes low hung orange moons and red-laced treetops
a tattered rainbow passes through broken clouds ice-blue waterfalls and wind-chapped hills
seek out the sandman bury reality of a long day a weary soul calls him out from a threshold he failed to cross
©2007 rowanlore
7:32 AM
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