Journey of the Featherless
Thursday, February 11, 2010
The Ghost That Carried Us Away...
When the birds are sleeping,
that's when the trees sing!
Throw me a dream please,
it's been a dreamless sleep. For such a long time.
Such a long time.
Sing myself awake. Watch the branches play.
No one could ever take your place.
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