Who put
those fireflies in your eyes?
Was it the night sun, when the day was done?
Was it the night sun, when the day was done?
Perhaps the
burning ash, the fire had left
Or the
melody from the treetops.
Do you know
you are a day dream?
A mountain
top, a noble steed
Colours of
gold, blue and green
A stomach
tied in knots.
Do you hear
those echoes around you?
The wind
whispers pure and true,
Are you
wondering what when where and who?
The answer
begins with you.
Illustration by Chloe Debonnaire.
Illustration by Chloe Debonnaire.
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