And suddenly
Out of nowhere
You find your elf
In the make-believe land
Where the colors
Are speaking
The souls and elves
And wanderesses
Are sneaking
Into the dreams
Where the paper aircrafts
Are landing
And the pinkple fishes
They're always blowing bubbles
And there are
So many rainbows
That they're tangled in...
In a sky full of stars
And suddenly
Out of nowhere...
You're the one
Who is tangled
In one of those bubbles
That would never be crumbled
YOU ARE READING
Withering Dreams
Poetry"But who's the tangled one in the bubble? " -Not just me, we're all confined by the walls we build ourselves. And those who suddenly find their elves in another world... maybe an unknown world Everybody who they feel something vague And every elf...
