Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Sand Dunes






She had dreams.
She had painted the meadows blue
She had tinted the ocean green
But she didn't realize there was more than switching hue
But sure, she had dreams.

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She thought she had dreamt.
She could've whisked through pink fields
She could've floated in apricot sea
Although it wasn't quite an attempt,
Oh, she had dreamt.

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There could be a wilder sphere
But she kept moving in a direct current
Glee is spread other than here
But she's still stuck in the current
Keeps dreaming, but oh, has she learnt?


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She continues dancing with feet buried in dirt
What a fool,
Choosing to wander in a bare desert.








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