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Passed Time
Everything comes alive, in the windy nights sky.
Trees talking and dancing, to a silent song;
orcastrated by the peaceful wind.
A world unknown;
seen through the eyes of crystal sight.
Yet to be discovered by young souls;
hung from the sun in every day light.
Darkness and saddness a steriotype.
For a smile crosses my face,
with the comming of night.
Cool and calm,
like insanity incased in a hue of blue.
In the hours of "Passed Time" the chaos...
"Chaos..."
I do not know this, "Chaos?"
At least,
not untill the young souls rise to be hung from their sun;
in their sky of pale blue.
Pale, not so...
Not so pale sky,
not so pale soul,
not so frail face,
yet by no one I am known.
A shadow in the distance.
An echo in the hall.
A sea shell in a river.
A transiant at the ball.
Unheard of you say,
but exists true still.
If you can not see through my eyes.
Hopefully you soon will.
Imortal Dragon