Numbers:
Simple little things,
Tiny scratches on paper,
Spelling out equations,
Formulas to the universe.
Numbers:
Simple little things,
Tiny scratches on paper,
Spelling out equations,
Formulas to the universe.
Dragon wandered through the forest,
Smiling at his bouquet
Full of bluebells and daisies,
But sighed as he remembered
It was forever incomplete.
I want to see fields
Of girls
Standing tall to the sun,
Their imperfections
Shined upon the brightest,
Their souls sparkling
With hair dripping,
Splashed with the stars
Not yet visible to our eyes,
We jumped,
Dived,
Splashed into the pathway
Of sunlight
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