Songs of The Ages

A collection of my fantasies and dreams, of my wanderlust and my thirst for adventure. My tiny glimmers of gold in a sea of dust and sand.

This here's a little collection
Of my fantasies, my dreams.
My little gems of mystery,
My fabric and my seams.

Just a little bit of wonderment,
As my eyes percieve the days.
Of wonderings, and witterings,
Of what's to come in future days.

The End

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