The view from windows is quite beautiful, a thin mist laying claim to all it touches, a small beam of light shining through the overlapping branches of a tree. A huge bat swoops low. And her dog decides to follow her home, running ahead , looking back every few steps to make sure she doesn't lose her way.
Sometimes she just wants to escape, from the reality her life has become. Strangely , for the pragmatist she is , dreaming comes very naturally to her. But it will be up to her to find her poem in her reality. Tap to the music outside, n not inside.
Harmonize.
.
Sometimes she just wants to escape, from the reality her life has become. Strangely , for the pragmatist she is , dreaming comes very naturally to her. But it will be up to her to find her poem in her reality. Tap to the music outside, n not inside.
Harmonize.
.
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