Stare trough the looking glass
And what do you see?
Fearful visions
And fodder for fearful dreams
But pull back a moment and you will find,
As your view expands
And your eyes start to see
The fearsomest things are tiny yet
When compared to the strength we have
And the strength we get
From loving to pieces
And peacefulness, too,
Each other,
Saying I love you..
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Wider Horizons
Posted by Oneiric at 12:20 AM
Labels: A Pretty Pixie, The Stuff that Lasts, Weapons of Courage
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