When Listening

I can follow a dream,

a place I want to go,

deep inside a fantasy,

a surreal identity,

a simple pleasure,

somewhere along the rainbow,

where all of our truths will align themselves,

a goodness,

a piece of life that speaks

passionate in quiet abandon,

loud with pleasure,

a sort of serenity that suddenly shrieks harmony,

a condition of having an affinity toward

love.

 

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