Soaring Thoughts

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Pencils are her dreams,
Paper is her pillow,
Writing is her blanket,
A seat under the willow,
Words are her lullaby,
No one of them is fear,
The tick of the horizon,
Is dawning down so clear,
Each falling breath of words,
Will wake in her writing,
The flip of the book page,
Is just another idea lighting,
A cord struck deeper than a strike,
A place within hidden amongst emotions,
Untouchable danger without the key,
Waver and you're swept by the ocean,
Paintings hung by note stars,
The vivid stories in her heart,
Soaring into dreamless imagination,
The songs of memories torn apart,
Waves of realization flood her bones,
Marrow frozen dust,
Even if ideas ring true,
You must take the first sign of trust

Duet written with UniHorse_tamerXD

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