Rough and Raw
sometimes I wish I was stranded on a beach
in the never find world of the island called for-ever-more-shore
sometimes I imagine on my island a magic forest night
where I dance and sing till the chattery stars join in
sometimes I hum the song that I would bring along
when I sew my island clothes of cloth leaves and stone button rows
sometimes I glow as I believe that in this special lost place
there would be an untainted stage where unconditional love was all the rage
sometimes I know that this wonderworld cannot be
but in my flights of fancy it becomes as real and special as possibly can be
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