A wind chime carefully spreads its stillness over you.
Half-awake, not knowing what sleep is, your mind collapses into the
Mythical canopy of Dream.
You find you are chasing yourself, prodded by hazy remembrance towards Neatly-apportioned morsels of time past.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
A wind chime carefully spreads its stillness over you.
Half-awake, not knowing what sleep is, your mind collapses into the
Mythical canopy of Dream.
You find you are chasing yourself, prodded by hazy remembrance towards Neatly-apportioned morsels of time past.
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