lundi 16 mars 2015
Dreamworld
Dreamworld
Come live with me in my world of dreams
Where nothing is but what it seems,
Where days flit by in the wink of an eye
Yet hours with leaden feet drag slowly by,
Where much is done yet naught achieved as
such
And cold truth melts at warm illusion’s touch,
Where moonlight casts the sundial’s hours
And dreams are born of wakening flowers.
samedi 7 mars 2015
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