I'd rather be there
In the land that touches light.
The glimmer of a thousand sparkles
Leaves my mind breathless and frozen as
They're dancing upon the water and
Resting behind open eyes.
The wind seems to carry its reflection
As if it were something tangible,
Swooping like butterflies
We chase them like little children with
No regard for the world.
Laughter resounds...
From the air,
From all who reside there,
From your mouth.
The pleasure of simplicity
Succeeds all of its competitors.
Light is the currency of
A wealth not yet discovered.
Faith is the sustaining force.
This is better than dreams.
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