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moonrise
moonrise tea lover, wannabe poet
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I feel like a lot of us were like this as kids, or maybe it's just me! anyways, hope you enjoy!

saved by daydreams

a forest of trees so delicate that they

a forest of trees so delicate that they twist and bend in the slightest wind,

a forest of trees so delicate that they twist and bend in the slightest wind, leaves and petals that resemble lace more than vegetation

a volcano that spills molten dreams

a volcano that spills molten dreams across a mountain black as pitch,

a volcano that spills molten dreams across a mountain black as pitch, silver and gleaming, like crushed pearls.

a river that flows so cold and clear that

a river that flows so cold and clear that when you submerge your bare feet in the currents

a river that flows so cold and clear that when you submerge your bare feet in the currents it feels like liquid peppermint on your skin.

fields and fields and fields of dandelions, so many that

fields and fields and fields of dandelions, so many that taking a step would cast a million dreams up into the air

fields and fields and fields of dandelions, so many that taking a step would cast a million dreams up into the air drifting, up up up, carried on those little seeds

an ocean so wide and deep, containing so much,

an ocean so wide and deep, containing so much, holding close the secrets in her depths,

an ocean so wide and deep, containing so much, holding close the secrets in her depths, containing multitudes, there beside you even in a drop of water

a land of clouds, soft as spun sugar, drifting across the sky,

a land of clouds, soft as spun sugar, drifting across the sky, painted in pastels, with a castle of glass riding on top,

a land of clouds, soft as spun sugar, drifting across the sky, painted in pastels, with a castle of glass riding on top, catching glints of the sun in its tall spires.

a child, forehead pressed against the passenger seat window,

a child, forehead pressed against the passenger seat window, peering through the fogged glass, lost in the worlds

a child, forehead pressed against the passenger seat window, peering through the fogged glass, lost in the worlds created in the corners of the mind.

dreaming, dreaming, dreaming. saved by these make-believe lands,

dreaming, dreaming, dreaming. saved by these make-believe lands, drifting, pulled under the waves of the water that shelters,

dreaming, dreaming, dreaming. saved by these make-believe lands, drifting, pulled under the waves of the water that shelters, hidden away from the ugliness of realism.

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