Thoughts Beyond

Twist upon a thought so clear,

And weave a little lie for me.

Upon the back of a silent giant are we born,

To places wonderus and unknown.

Now let us pray for grasses green,

Upon a fire of stone.

That we may lay down in dreamless sleep,

And walk with those of old.

-M.E InkOwl


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