Strangled thoughts and crushed dreams… Cursed was my being of endless gleams. Do not bind me into a mundane seam… As I lay serene in the twilight stream.
As the stars breathe over the arc… I sow my wish tree in the dark.
Whilst made of old Gold and Silver… Chains are still my trance’s border. Ocean so boundless and Jade … Stretches beyond the bygone.
I wait for none, To stride towards my vision.
2013.August 3rd
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