Electric lights, sounds unending
Fly from her sight, small mind, with dancing stars in tow
Fresh winds blow from open windows into her lungs of paper,
growing blooms of winding roads and curves of pavement
Feet hit the ground like feathers, shaken dust of crystal diamonds fall to her toes,
grass peers up from cracks like the young eyes of wanting
"Awake sound sleeper" inside her head of dreams- the creator has called.
(07/08/07)
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