Soft mushrooms growing out of my palm...
Its time to stop the search...
Since there's nothing ..nothing at all
there’s no place called home
there’s no home for a home..
Friday, March 18, 2011
Sea the tank
There lived a fish once,who dreamt of swimmin up the river
where the rainbow valleies took wings...
only to find out shortly that it was in a fish tank,
where to swim back and forth
or to stay completely still was the question....
where the rainbow valleies took wings...
only to find out shortly that it was in a fish tank,
where to swim back and forth
or to stay completely still was the question....
Oh those butterfly eyes
When the coffee was stirred in with spoons full of salt
you always came along and painted the most beautiful sunsets
you always came along and painted the most beautiful sunsets
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