Golden dreams dance upon the water,
leaves caress in fading delight.
A whisper of longing, soft yet hotter,
drifts through the mist of silent night.
The colors shimmer, they beckon, they tease,
a flicker, a kiss on the skin of time.
Your gaze dissolves in hues that please,
a fleeting touch, both sweet and prime.

A longing shivers upon your skin,
drowned in colors, lost in space.
The distance calls, soft, alluring, akin,
and carries you off, to a dream’s embrace.

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Agnes Obel with lovely DeLuna ♥

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I Wish I Had Wings
Take me away
From all that I see
And all the trouble I've made
I wish I could fly
High above everything

I wish I had wings
I'd dance with the angels
Cut through the clouds
Never look back
Never come back down
Drunk on the wind
And the high it brings
Free once again, it never ends

Oh, I wish I had wings
I wish I had wings
Instead of all these memories
I almost believed
They couldn't follow me
I could fly high
High above everything
Oh, I wish I had wings

Song - I Wish I Had Wings by Jackson Dean
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdQhcfuYVKE

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At Mousehole, a desolate and rainy region north of Frogmore, by Tolla Crisp and Terry Fotherington (Dandy Warhlol). Sadly this region will close on Monday, February 17, so please visit while you can! (And please help support Frogmore with a contribution to Tolla.)

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