"barney's dead, barney's dead
he got shot on his head
no more purple dinosaur.."
-femme-
i'm waiting for the hands to wake me
under the birds and above the sea
will you be there to whisper?
amidst the rushes of wave's symphony..
under the birds and above the sea
will you be there to whisper?
amidst the rushes of wave's symphony..
moonshine on the rocks
like silver sun on gleaming mirrors
on a whole bedfull of nonsensical humour
we admit the child within
pinch that nose in scents of dreamery
and pouting in each diminishing moments
to flutter the lashes in awakening,
awakening from the abstract bloom
and pouting in each diminishing moments
to flutter the lashes in awakening,
awakening from the abstract bloom
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brings me back. old habits die hard?
charis said...
April 2, 2008 at 5:08 PM
very *grins* especially when the days are rainy, i relapse.
muse said...
April 15, 2008 at 7:24 PM