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Lifted from the river of routine Wring from me, the wetness of weary Let me dry upon the soil of desire I stand in fields formed by the fantastic On each vine I spy Time growing ripe and restless Hearts swelling in soft feeling Laughter long and lasting And everything is in abundance So I **** pluck, pick Accumulating these unclaimed riches And bottle them into wine A thousand bottles I store Then the fine liquid touches my tongue Delight dances upon the taste buds And I’m wealthy, in love, in time, in laughter For years I do this Learning nothing new or worthy Banning all knowledge For even a single frayed book Could disturb All of this Bliss
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
Blessed Isles of Bliss
Lifted from the river of routine Wring from me, the wetness of weary Let me dry upon the soil of desire I stand in fields formed by the fantastic On each vine I spy Time growing ripe and restless Hearts swelling in soft feeling Laughter long and lasting And everything is in abundance So I **** pluck, pick Accumulating these unclaimed riches And bottle them into wine A thousand bottles I store Then the fine liquid touches my tongue Delight dances upon the taste buds And I’m wealthy, in love, in time, in laughter For years I do this Learning nothing new or worthy Banning all knowledge For even a single frayed book Could disturb All of this Bliss
Though the Isle may be different for each person, we escape there all the same..
#fantasy#escapism#delusion#betrayal#deaf#warmth
Mavsage
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Mavsage
M/Maryland, America
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
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