"Why little bird," the young mouse said, "Do you sit upon this rock? There's nothing here, there's nothing there, so why do time you mock?"
The bird replied while looking up.
"I do not see the trees of hope or hear the birds of song. I want to see their whisps of snow on distances so long."
"Oh why do i not see these things for which your hearts contend. I do not feel the breeze of wind or see the hearts that bend."
The young mouse turned his back to her with a grateful sigh. It was to harsh to feel the pain of one who soul never dies.
"you keep your dreams and silly thoughts for those you'll never reach! Stick to earth and clouds of sky instead of those you preach!"
He trotted off in such a way the bird dared not reply. but with the shadows gone to rest and the stars out for play. The little bird sings the song for those so far away.
"Keep with me my dreams disere for there is no other cure. My rest and hopes will come alive without another lure. Leave your mind, your rock and soul and let me free my dreams. For i may see the sorrows but wish to live the dreams."
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My thoughts and Dreams
This contains small stories, some of which you can get and some you will never understand.
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