Monday, 7 November 2011

CAPTIVATED

Living life as light as snow
Follow where the wind doth blow
Up high with tightened chest
Down low with bated breath
Senses heightened with the dream
Intricately sliced in a minute stream
Hallucinating pictures, colourful glare
Eyes translucent in a stare
Diamonds sparkle in the night
Ghostly Spiritual, images fight
Lucy swooning misty clouds
Dissipating thunderously loud
Harkening downward flight to hell
Crescendoing sound convincing sell
Tricked into a joyous haze
Believing magic, ending days

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