or had breakfast with the sun,
walked upon a tender whisper
that’s so quiet it can stun.
Seen a hazy purple moon rise
over oceans made of tea,
picked soft white clouds of cotton
from the branches of a tree.
Listened to the heartbeat
of a rose before it dies,
touched the feather of a phoenix
as it fades before your eyes.
Flown upon a carpet
made of paper edged with lace
with a smile upon it’s face.
and I've swum within the fun,
wont you dream with me a lifetime























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