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The visual arts of a pastel skyline Shining through the deepest tunnel Gliding through sun kissed petals Shift back and forth like an empty rocking chair No sight of someone sitting there Why does it rock rock rock to and fro? There aren't any signs that wind will blow Green prairie grass following along As if the world was welcoming you home After fighting demons centurys ago The mental beasts came intruding Empty spaces now a color red instead Killing useful sleep before I lay my head An abrupt departure of my Ill mind Kept asking me to seek of peace No map will lead me there Buddhist temples guide me towards the pastel skyline The starry night A distant sight of hope Sparkling crystals in my black wine Please do not pleed for rainbows The pretty colors jumping for joy along a timeline Of my pastel skyline I am always drowning For its hard to swallow the color blue Because of heavy rain Through years of confinement The torture of a diseased mind I found the grass to mock me Without my blind eyes knowing A rock rock rocking chair Begging for me to sit And dream of pastel skylines Portraits of crystal stars Water Lillie's on a white canvas Drifting down a colored river Spreading to the open sea If only I could see With these weak blind eyes of mine Then maybe... I could see me smiling
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
A dream from blind eyes
The visual arts of a pastel skyline Shining through the deepest tunnel Gliding through sun kissed petals Shift back and forth like an empty rocking chair No sight of someone sitting there Why does it rock rock rock to and fro? There aren't any signs that wind will blow Green prairie grass following along As if the world was welcoming you home After fighting demons centurys ago The mental beasts came intruding Empty spaces now a color red instead Killing useful sleep before I lay my head An abrupt departure of my Ill mind Kept asking me to seek of peace No map will lead me there Buddhist temples guide me towards the pastel skyline The starry night A distant sight of hope Sparkling crystals in my black wine Please do not pleed for rainbows The pretty colors jumping for joy along a timeline Of my pastel skyline I am always drowning For its hard to swallow the color blue Because of heavy rain Through years of confinement The torture of a diseased mind I found the grass to mock me Without my blind eyes knowing A rock rock rocking chair Begging for me to sit And dream of pastel skylines Portraits of crystal stars Water Lillie's on a white canvas Drifting down a colored river Spreading to the open sea If only I could see With these weak blind eyes of mine Then maybe... I could see me smiling
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
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