Snow Globe
Sing to me a songOf hidden thoughts
And guarded dreams
Paint me a picture
Of a beautiful snow-globe life
We might someday build
I need to see
Past your gilded cell doors
Into the soft and quiet place
You are so afraid to open.
Why do I feel
That only you
Can set me free?
posted by Michael | 10:31 AM

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