Gods Of Lyric


Magic beans -
Promises -
Grow the vines
Which corrupt their way into my dreams.

And up here,
The clouds whisper
Content melodies,
Which seem to dance
Along the curves of the vines.
Soon I sway under enchanted trees,
Sailing on the wind
Of my own breeze -
A world at ease.

And so it kept growing,

(via lunghixviii-deactivated20130316)

Originally from The Magpie's Eyes