The blue sun still shines
upon the dismal land below
The sun is truly unhappy
As you have been shown to know
Yellow tears fall upon
The dismal land below
And envelope the sky that once was
blue
Now without a beautiful glow
The blue river flows
Down in the dismal land
And the wispy wind blows
Through the fingers of my hand
The pond sits still
Still as can be
And then I wake up
Realizing it was a dream.
Oct. 2012
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Tidbits
DiversosSince I am unable to write a complete story, I'll just compile old story pieces, and compose new ones, here. Edit. I'm just gonna post any creative writings that I find. Be it poems, story beginnings, verses, whatever. Enjoy.
