Standing on a fallen tree,
staring down to the falling leaves.
Smiling broadly at the childish dreams.
Mixing colors in my mind,
throwing pictures all around.
Colors around us, sneaking,
hard to be without a feeling.
Standing there alone, smiling,
this is my home
here I can be hiding.
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