Tomorrow
These gentle clouds move without hesitation over the glow of my understanding. Watching
without eyes listening without ears they dance to the song of the humble breeze. Elegant
birds of white follow underneath the night skys there feathers reflect the natural light
painting a masterpiece with there luminous wings. As I lay here forgeting time I watch this
beauty and learn to appreciate but never do I desacrate my friend's true work of art. Sweet
dreams dreamer....
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