an ordinary face stares out a window frosted.
it's cold outside and ordinary fingers
trace geometricshapes against the glass
and ordinary her mind's at ease
but on grey autumn days like these.
aquestion haunts and breaks the fragile peace.
can a bauble ruled by whim possibly be bought.
be accepted by masses.framed and cataloged?
the dreamer never wins.
it's wings must wet and withering give away
its spint blown lossely in the wind.
the misplaced faerietrying to land
oh it cannot know where to look
the my stical heart can't understand
and suddenly the glass flings outward early
morning air is offered thick and drunk in-in by
hope starved lungs are blood red lips and dragon
laughter dreams of happy ever after
too unfit for ordinary minds?
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