Elephant’s Dream

We’re living in a world of dreams,
Escaping from our fears.
It’s set apart, within the heart,
Where no one else appears.

We’re made of music, made of sound,
That dances in the air,
Just come inside this place to hide,
You’ll never have to share.

We’ve fallen to a place inside,
Where everything is there,
Nothing matters, nothing shatters,
Castles made of air.

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Inkweaver Review 2008-04-17T09:57:00-05:00

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