greenpenguino said:

twister111 said:

Ripplin said:

What?

Tornados twisting into lines. Relishing the delight of colors swirling about. It enters a gaze of slurry. Understated confusion of the entrapped beasts. The entrepot becomes a safe haven from the deluded cold. Embrace the trail as though it were a bee. Never stray. Become the long flighted admirable couth.

Take my love, take my land, Take me where I cannot stand. I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me. Take me out to the black, Tell them I ain't comin' back. Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me. There's no place I can be, Since I've found Serenity. And you can't take the sky from me.

Two by two

Hands of blue