Inspiring ambiance, a blue sky over fields of green, the sweet entail of a dream. I don’t think I just drift wide awake. Like a flock of birds, for now I am free, an empty page. Drops of rain stain the paper, writing crystal clear tales about black and white birds of multicolor songs. Trees touching the sky with poignant branches of tainted green smells. Laughs drawn in the clouds, the scrape in the blue.
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