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Floating thoughts…



Just thoughts, flowing thoughts, floating thoughts… Thrown to the winds, barely words, picked and tied together in a bouquet.

Merely ideas, written in the clouds, uncatchable, unreadable, there just to imagine. Like a lighthouse, a dot of hope shining in the middle of the night…

So don’t slap me on the hand if I reach for it in the darkness. If I warm my palms over its flame, like on a candle’s. Don’t frown on me if I gather the feathers you’ve dipped in ink, to build myself some wings…

And let me dream..  Like a child who knows no limit to dreaming. Let me close my eyes, drown myself in harmless reveries. Let me close my eyes, and be at peace… At last.





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