"Dismiss me not."
Echoed through the glistening fragments of wasted thoughts.
Flattening the solidity of waking moments.
Some dreamers can sense what isn't yet.
How many times must I spin in circles?
All it takes is a reaching
I know.
The crunching of leaves
the snap of twigs
shall follow my footsteps a while longer.
Music to my ears in just the right amounts
Do you believe me yet?
No matter
It isn't a familiar way to many
and no one wants a demonstration
better to be right
or is it better to be wrong?
It's almost like
There's a fog only just beginning to rise
and things are even more obscure than before.
Your scent on the breezes
Has yet to caress my senses
Something of a memory, close to the cusp of my spirit
wont forget.
The walls of the forest trees will pound
Solid, rhythmic thumps compelled by
and enchanted by
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