Head is always in the clouds,
Or in the stars, or even the trees.
Wherever it wants to be.
Missing reality. Almost a treat,
As almost nothing is serene there.

Having a delusional mind,
Is a beautiful one.
Where the skies are different colors
Because that's the way you want it.

The sun speaks
in riddles and songs.
The grass dances in the wind.
Dream, girl, dream


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