by: the great katsby


"My Perfect World"

The source of life and the security of peace are compared to the fragrance of a late spring rain. ]
The lingering delicate mist of the afternoon rain entices me to gallop in the street like a walk on the beach lures me knee deep into the sea.
The suffering of the daunting past subsides in this tranquil world.
Our unlimited freedom surpases that of the heavens.
I am a feather dancing among the clouds.
No disasters or plagues exists in this fantastical place.
Humanity and beauty are supported here.
Behold the immortal spirit bestowing incomprehensible love on to  all.
Twilight hues assure us hope that angels will sing the arias again.
The darkness impels us to sleep for the existence of this world is secured in our dreams.



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