donderdag 30 oktober 2008

"As long as you feel it, I'm a believer."

The dinosaurs climb the stairs.
In search of something different.
Anything new, that will take them further.
Desperate for treasure.
They smell the yearn of prophecy.
So distinct in appearance.
Realising it's close.
They evade the talons.
Desire flies.
To the sun.
To the sun.
To the sun.
To the moon.

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