Monday 17 January 2011

scrapbook

i wana build my perfect world,
i'll start with a scrapbook and a stack of magazines,
i've found my perfect orange tree that blossems purple flowers,
and the purple turns to gold and crimson, depending on the hour,
i'll cut out skies of pinks, blues and yellows,
they will make my sunset,
a warm milky gold over melting liquid meddows,
my rain will fall as silver glitter,
tracing patterns over rooftops,
in this world i will have no need for an umbrella,
i will dance through the streets with nothing on my feet, 
and hope and wish that the rain never stops.

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