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forgetting troubles
knitting inspiration, hope
in technicolour
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forgetting troubles
knitting inspiration, hope
in technicolour
in technicolor
life is good in lambency
my magic mountain
my magic mountain
where I watch the clouds roll by
between glass panels
between glass panels
I sit in my solitude
no weahter indoors
no weather indoors
nor across the universe
a bottomless pit
a bottomless pit
the whole human race
I stumbled upon
I stumbled upon
over valleys, a meadow
lay down beside me
lay down beside me
and know that nothing exists
except us on peaks
except us on peaks
falling free in mysteries
invisible pain
(lol)
invisible pain
keeps the world in tens and twos
forgotten illness
forgotten illness
like shadows under the trees
they sing their own song
they sing their own song
flousrish under rainy days
and shine in the sun
and shine in the sun
glow of dewdrops on roses
painting my canvass
painting my canvas
a lush flower in itself
a piece of sunlight
a piece of sunlight
melting bleak sorrows.They -
circumnavigate
:p
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circumnavigate
around these infinite thoughts
they collide and create
they collide and create
like waters leading to stream
to our Wonderland
to our Wonderland
we see rabbits and dancing
happiness, like fire
happiness, like fire
they consume and radiate
in perfect stillness
in perfect stillness
a peaceful meditation
on top of mountains
a bottomless pit
a free fall in the faceless
black holes in the space.
on top of mountains
covered with white sapphire snow
fairies dance with love
fairies dance with love
and whistle a happy tune
over fields and time
over fields and time
thoughts converge and become one
blissful knowingness
blissful knowingness
patterns dim the horizon
I stare at the ledge
I stare at the ledge
And the ledge stares back at me
An abyss of thought
an abyss of thought
crashes slowly by the shore
September thirteen
September thriteen
Moon says "goodmorning"
thought awakening
thought awakening
sunlight reflecting on ponds
a golden locket
a golden locket
opens and spreads out in all
directions, endless
directions, endless
swimming in a deep whirlpool
bursting at the seams
burting at the seams
singing ocean and mermaid
surrounding salty seas
surrounding salty seas
sun-slicked shores' sea-shell whispers
songs mysterious
Songs mysterious
whispered from a distant past
among fallen graves
among fallen graves
fantasies swimming
goddess forgotten
goddess forgotten
alone on Mount Olympus
carved a man from stone
carved a man from stone
like molding a dream from clay-
I cast a lovespell
I cast a lovespell
And dreamed that she would awake
But she was just clay
But she was just clay
made with love, ashen palms from
velvet underground
velvet underground
from which she would arise to
meet me in my dreams