To hunt the moon till the sun must rise.
Or paint the pictures in the sky.
To adventure deep beyond the stars.
Or trap the memories from afar.
To drown the rivers in the sea.
Or hate the past and what's to be.
To feel the heart and hear the brain.
Or question in depth of what remains.
My dreams, they blossom a long reach.
Only to remind me of the longing I have for each.
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 9:22 PM UTC
To hunt the moon till the sun must rise.
Or paint the pictures in the sky.
To adventure deep beyond the stars.
Or trap the memories from afar.
To drown the rivers in the sea.
Or hate the past and what's to be.
To feel the heart and hear the brain.
Or question in depth of what remains.
My dreams, they blossom a long reach.
Only to remind me of the longing I have for each.
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