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Today, dreams are mocked and strangled habitually. Sarcasm is seldom labeled the accent of the devil and her insatiable brethren, but, my dear, that is what that is if you don't quite understand him or hymn. Even parents seldom encourage their kids to bless themselves- to be still and indulge their souls. Do only soles now matter, oh Nike, queen of victory?! So many questions are asked in vain, only as axes for the purpose of massacring growing crops of trees. Oh, care! Lend me a moment, for your voice will shower my budding thoughts; your love is nutritious to me, as will be my smile for your soil. Harsh silence ignites fires in the richest of forests and impatience did fell the sturdiest of trees. Perhaps we simply care about the same tomorrow, and our dreams match. Feel free beside me to talk the night away, my dear! Consider these and let me know what images they appear as, and I'll share my own experience, my own imagination. Tell me, lord, for I trust you: what is love? Just how to save the world? What do you want? At the very least, I've drawn a picture to put you to sleep. Hand me a pen and some paper and I'll make a world blossom. Winter Through Windows