Real is not the wind but its sweet song, as it adorns the sunset .
.Wings flap against its bittersweet currents .
whirling an ancient melody .almost magical.
A mushroom cookie eats the legged butterfly,
that has now found stillness in the low branch of the shapeless tree.
.listening to her glitter fade inside the violet beds.
and i watch . breathless at this mirage of perfect beauty.
Once, a schoolgirl fantasy , this dream has become one
like shards of abstract realities to a broken mirror.
I hope U stay long enough to know a part of this wonderful world,
revealed through the eyes of an everchild .


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-a creation of decomposing daesign-
"bluebell" (-theme-) credits:brian froud