"I was no Oasis, But surely I was a mirage. I was never here in the first place"

Friday, June 19, 2015

Reverie

Beneath the trees, A calm breeze. The sun was shining, The leaves dancing. There he was laying on the grass with his arm on his eyes, The birds singing, fluttering above his head. He stood up to see the grass dancing from the wind. Lost in reverie he thought that he was still asleep, Like a cigarette daydream.

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