30 Jan 2014

Plants grew, fires burned, stars fell.

But the moons have been kind as they crawled across the sky. They kissed our closed eyelids and made us shine from the inside, and the sun poured itself through the clouds and trickled into our daydreams. The trees laughed. Slowly shadows were pierced with light, tiny pinpricks that bloomed into fireworks, dismantling the darkness with flowers made out of sparks.

And all the birds sang "Fools gold, until it glows."

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