I was so wet
There were not rain to find
My thoughts loose like the flowers after spring
The simple idea of the impossible
Strangely I was in a forest so pretty,
so a Forest
anyway my statue was so little but seems to be the perfect one for such a landscape
Behind us,the landscape and I
Waves did not match how bravely beautiful we are
They were just for their appearance to violent
I was not scare
For some good logic
I match their ferocity
So I call the name of who was watching me there across the never ending life and
For my own joy
I received an ovation that cheer me up all my trip to planet earth
Then I find you
And obviously Me (the one in this very dream)
Match you "very well".
by The Shortfellow
08/08/12
New York City
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