Time hangs like glue
on the smear of a day
she is quietly submerged
in each moment
her thoughts bounce
like beach balls
she can smell the wind
she can wander
she sleeps so well
she finally has time
to dream.
Time hangs like glue
on the smear of a day
she is quietly submerged
in each moment
her thoughts bounce
like beach balls
she can smell the wind
she can wander
she sleeps so well
she finally has time
to dream.
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