there were rainbows walking across my eyes,
there were stars falling from the tides...
wonderlands crossing through my heart
making my soul start
there were crystalline springs,
there were fountains of psionic dreams
mythological gods of native lands
drifting through this hour glass like a multitude of dream-sands
there were intwined lovers,
there were mothers & brothers...
soul-sisters stronger then the ocean
a single heart made of motion
there were prisms of desires
there were souls willful enough to start fires
in each one of our hearts
that bring us each morning to make more surreal arts

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I'm not quite satisfied with the rhythm of the ending here, so feel free to offer suggestion- I'd really appreciate it.

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