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I see blues of the ocean 'n' aeroplanes
I see kiss of a rainbow in heavy rains
I see a little house on the summer hill
I see chugging trains stopping all still
I see sunlit alleys 'n' wooden bookracks
I see fadin' journeys on railway tracks
I see empty carousels in magical parks
I see a backdrop of sunsets and larks
I see days traipsin' into dreamy nights
I see the stars and the alluring sights
I see people scanning a web of streets
I see souls dancin' all the way to beats
I see the death of wrinkled dollar bills
I see chromatic vibrance of happy pills
I see high forts of that quiet madness
I see ways to live through my sadness
I see past the depth of swimmin' pools
I see as a genius in a universe of fools
Who roam these streets in ignorance
Oh missin' little things 'n' their essence
Author's Note
This is so random that I feel the need to apologize. :x
It's about how this person can enjoy the essence of little things while all the other people are deprived of this pleasure. ❤
I know it's not good this time. Really sorry.
Much Love xX
Hazel *-*
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