October 24, 2012

the perfect wonderland

Gushing dark green trees,
white lilies and purple daze,
where the birds never tire of singing,
and they know the most fitting tunes,
where the sky is as blue as the room you grew up in,
and the clouds are scarce since the rain wouldn't dare spoil this,
in this perfect wonderland
we could question why our past was gray,
and forget, just forget.

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