Dear Moonbeam Sunshine,
You are a ray pointed to mindless heights and fantastic dreams. I wish upon a star and with any luck, it shoots across skies as Apollo reigns his chariot.
Ruling of Nature's slave, your heart desires only it's self to recognise a mirror, staring back at you. I hope I don't blink! It'll be over in a flash and so it dawns on me...
Day breaks for dreamy lands where feathered beasts roam the skies.
For Sovereign love,
Carpe Diem.
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I once met an elegant mover. She was a definitive traveller, foreign fantasy, an eloquent founder. Beautiful, tactful, gentle like the spinning spider. Magnetic soul, blissful wonder. Her dreamy eyes saw far...to distant greens and through precious waters. She painted pictures of vibrant imagination, lands to find in a wandered mind. Head spinning, tail turning, she pushed a circular flow. A gypsum beauty, mineral connection. Earthy Princess! Who is She? Indigo blue tint, she wore scarves pinned by feathered hands. And she rode a mare through the night, for peace to bear tomorrow's day.
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Camilla Siig
Curiosities: an exploration of the relationship between The World and my Inner World.
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