One of many...part of all.
I know a place down the shore where a river dies and becomes the sea, a place where life seems to stop time from which I can see the wondrous sight of that mystical line where sky begins and dreams end, where mystery fills empty hearts with the unsettled wings of wants. It is in that place, where my soul finds the reasons it forgot it had for wishing for what it doesn't have and where I feel free to fly up high between blue waters and clouds of peach towards that place no one except in dreams,... Sign in to see full entry.