Swirls of mist so fine, so light. Angel's dust softly sprinkling towards earth, sparkling as it reflects the rays of the sun. Catching the flakes as it drifts softly towards outstretched palms... A sweet reverie, an escape of dreams upon dreams.
A world where strangers are friends, instead of friends being strangers. A world where ties are not swept away by the winds of change. A world where people are intertwined at heart and not separated by prejudice. A world where you are celebrated as you and I am celebrated as me.
Alas, is this merely a fragment of imagination? Standing amongst people, yet alone. So alone. How many people are feeling this way? With the smiles and the laughter, nothing of pretence, but when it quiets down... what is left but emptiness? When the morning dew drips from the morning glory onto the grass below, every drop magnified by the slow motioning of time, I wonder.
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