Dreamy
Look up at the sky
Do you see the colors?
There is purple, pink, blue and yellow
Now look down at the earth
I see fields of flowers
The deepest of oceans
People of crypts and mysteries
I see cities made of exhaust
I see mounts that speak loudly and ones that speak just above a whisper
I see people that speak of rebellion and change
I see people that speak words of honey and sugar
Do you see it?
Do you see the line where the ocean licks the sand?
Do you see the trees that rival the clouds?
Do you see the way the moon dances with the stars at nightfall?
Do you feel the way the colors blind you?
Engulf you?
Make your chest blossom with clouds?
What a dreamy world
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