Gingerbread DreamsMay 1999 Gingerbread dreams encase
A melancholy afternoon I walk along a weeping Sunbleached fence And fade into an Icy stolen field My eyes dripping honey At the tangerine sky Star-crested lights hum In the distance Trusting spontaneity To transform me I am aware of Passionate spirit creativity The willingness of Imagination to flow Into a metamorphosis of Inner child Enhanced in butterfly flight Gingerbread dreams must dance Across a feminine Harmony of soul -- Robert Paczkowski
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