My Eyes, Your Dream
From my vision came your dreams
Burning out like the boiling colourless steam
With a sweet flavour of the white vanilla cream
Playing on in auto, like the unstoppable theatre film
dripping out of my orbits, like beam
Behold the great beautiful trim
That which cleanse away all the grim
Your aim to be able to kill the squirrel hake
It still stays in my vision in hale
Gushing with such gusto, never pale
Copyright © White Sage | Year Posted 2015
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