Tribute to Melodie and Niko (aka.... "I" is not "me" =.=... yeah... I wish!)
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Once upon a time, I met a little Finnish boy
With eyes of rainbow
Green, brown, and yellow
Like that of an angel, high and low
His hair was golden built for nightingales
Nested in was melodies of dreams
I laughed at this boy, the first we meet
Of his dazzling dizziness
Of his lost of orientation
Of his fogged views of life, behind the burning leaves
His words disordered, disordering but sweet
His tones lost, losting but in fantasies
His eyes glittered, glittering at me
We smiled and danced in the forest of evergreens
A wedding of tree elves, a wedding for him
All will come, from here to there
All will joing, from there to here
And dancing we go, towards the carpet red
Red against the deeping green, red like a shouting thing
So I stand, on the other side
On one side the little boy would grin
"I do, I do, I do, I do, I do!"
All the forest would sing in brightful glee
Me and my little Finnish boy
My little Finnish boy and me
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"Nothing's impossible"
if you give things a try... Any dream can be
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I just wish you wouldn't be so hard on/towards the person we all know..thank you..For all the people I've met I always thought that you were the ones I coould put in my home circle.Thank you for your "friendship". and everything. See you when I see you.
afterwords are: thank you, and if you ever feel like joining my world, you have to leave the mask behind. Permission is your own self..that is why I wonder, nothing more. All I ask. And welcome.
As much as mysteries might make memories much more dramatic and memorable. Curiosity did manage to kill all the nine lives of the cat. If this anonymous person can also leave the anonymous mask behind, what more can I do but to leave away also mine? To request for something from someone, and to provide the same in reply, isn't that what life is about? What world is your world, if I know not who's world I have accidentally entered?
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