I love the darkness
Black with it's mystery
I'm always wearing my evening dress
I make myself secretive
Summer's ambiance camouflages my cold
It's electric
Night becomes my alter
The dream motivates
My creative instincts take me for a walk
I shrunk my mind and threw out my thoughts
Ideas jumped on horses
The divinity of illusion and dreams
This has the power to arouse faith
The romantics accelerated and cheered
Love has made me a fruit
Rising like smoke
My skeleton shakes
Bolts of lightning play drums
The Stars decorate my sweater
-B.D.W.
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