My Camera

My Camera

A Poem by Half Dream





Take me in a cool place,  where the sun covers the clouds. .

         Place to sell the bottles filled smell of rain. .

         Place for much weeping skies. .

Take me where the morning and the morning and the morning and night. .

         Where the dawn long long night. .

         Where I inhaled the morning air madly. .


















Take me where the perfume bottles that do not dry up. .

         Where the depth of the sea waves more than loved. .

Take me to a place where mothers as Cinderella or spiritual. .

Take me where love and houses explode as a cooperative house dwarfs that lived "Snow White" in it. .

Take me to the place of the reach of the cries of the girl child Drifter. .

         The place does not have the eyes of children tears. .

Take me to the place of its population believes that the hearts of men are fragile the size of my faith to do so. .

Take me to the place where laps are not ashamed. .

Take me where as a female eyeliners does not shed only joy. .

Take me to people who are optimistic / sincerity. .

Take me where the grief would be selling In highly prices and handing out free joy. .

Take me to the place where the opposite are ignorant of the meeting. .

         Where each distinctive taste. .

         Where not only the sophistication similar to humans. .

         Where both of them rare thing. .

Take me with smiling eyes and fresh lips. .

         Where beauty and angelic. .

Follow me with forgetfulness and buy me a new memory for my cabin. .

And I promise I will love nothing more than My files with you. .

Thus created, and I’ll love myself..

"I love things more than people, and I love you My files this means that you are being filled"


.. My camera..

© 2012 Half Dream


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Added on June 12, 2012
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