Whispers of wisdom slowly speak small forgotten dreams of dreamers who let the stars go back into the sky
and let the
clouds
float back above their heads
and washed way the rainbows stained on their hearts like ink on a pair of scolded hands
swiftly
bitterly
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 2:36 AM UTC
Whispers of wisdom slowly speak small forgotten dreams of dreamers who let the stars go back into the sky
and let the
clouds
float back above their heads
and washed way the rainbows stained on their hearts like ink on a pair of scolded hands
swiftly
bitterly
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