To Myself In Quaint Valleys


To myself these days , .

.”In between the glory of the high held goals and the plains of basic necessities ,
there is a quaint little town with floating stars and smiling angels .

Meet me there , beyond the questions and the many answers ,
beyond the years and the milestones , beyond what should and what could be .

In between the pressing air column on the ground ,
Which nobody can see ,
And the rising mountains on the edges ,
There is a spread little hamlet,
Where hobbits and fairies live ,
Beyond the shackles of quantified achievements and glorified failures ,
Beyond the race and the line ,
Meet me there
Meet me in that town . 🎈🎇🎆🌎🚵🐋👼🐾🍸


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