Monday, 21 March 2011

Trance

Take me down.
I want to go.
All moments led to this.
The mind paused.
Imagination lit the way.
To the place of warm red days.
Little heads nestle in gentle arms.
It is the place where love lives.
Its walls are made of leaves.
Its floor a carpet of blue bells.
Its light sunlit.
It is just a place.
An imaginary space.
Where all my love sits.

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