Masked dreams floating in her mind
Cute time spent as avatar spinning
And awoken by light of existent grind
Still softly the beating heart winking
Light sparkled specks, far over there
Skipping to and fro like fro knew her route
With adventure lingering like the last pear
And the sweet scent in whispering tree sprout
They spin in a rainbow of uncertainty
Held by the psithurism of the forest
And bird of whim singing with density
Perched starry seedlings, their coloured crests
And they gleam
And do they ever!
And do they ever?
In dreams.
Wolf
