Streams of Might shadows the streams of Light.
We may not get along. We may not see eye to eye on most things. Still there is something unseen before me.
To be proper is to be rigid. To be free is to relax. How does one balance the two? Exit right.
What are dreams made of? Like snow balls and cotton candy they melt in your mouth. Could be the moment is enough.
by phi
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