Dreaming

The Sasha Doll Boutique

  ...and so it goes....the stories and verses that will tell of the many and varied Memories , Dreams and Passionate journeys...all sparked by ...a glimmer of light....a sidestepped sight...a Daydreaming moment ...that steals me from sight...and in theses many forms of escape... through verse and story....SASHA tells a story...for you ...from me...
  '...while drifting in a memory...I feel the days gone by...I watch the windswept breezes carry Dreams...so bye and bye...I wonder ifthis...long ago...can take me for a while...and maybe then returning...I can walk another mile..." Nikita Eileenuskka Krupoderov
  ...A name for every jolt of memory...that strikes me by...and lets me tell the story...as I heave a heavy sigh...for sometimes in rememberance...we see...what was before...and then we want to leave it all behind...walk out that door....
  So I will let My Sashas tell the story that I wore...upon my fragile being...as i grew in times before...and once and then again...you may connect with what I say...and maybe it will take you...to that place...so far away...
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Sasha Ensemble...with a story to Tell...and so it goes:

"Heaven's Tears"
...sometimes I find these rainy days..find me out of touch...won...dering why this is this...and that is that...and such...the shaded maps of " Dreary" lead me dreaming and quite teary...till I see the sunshine peering...through the clouds...or so it's said...there is a lining...in each cloud...I sigh declining...knowing I can't find it often...on these days...and so it goes...04/2010

"Beyond the Garden Gate"
...and so ...the Springtime...beckons me...to watch the garden grow...beyond the wall that guards me...from everything i know...and stepping...just beyond the edge...of all that i can see...I find that I would rather stay...here with you and me...and so it goes...05/2010

" The Pathway"
...down the winding pathway...through the garden gate...and hidden deep beneath the brush...so overgrown ...our fate...we make our way through brambles...and thickets...dressed in thorns...the scratches on our innersouls...are deeper and quite worn...so tangled as we try to make our way by light of day...but find we are forever caught in branches...must we stay...but we would rather find our way escaping through the trees...that lead us from the forest...where we hide...and no one sees...and this is where you'll find us...fallen down...upon our knees...down the winding pathway...living as we please 11/2010

" Little Birds"

...and I could walk in gardens...in the outside...all day long...and hear the sounds of birds in trees...singing lovely songs...so if you cannot find me..in the day or time of night....you'll know I'm out there with the birds...singing happy songs...04/2010

"it was only a Flower"

...it was only a flower...i told Papa so..and i picked it special...said I love you so...but he scolded me harshly and sent me away...the flowers HE grew in his garden should stay...for he spent many hours...and that was HIS play...he gardened forever...watering and such...and said ...beautiful flowers ...are NOT to touch...so i should remember...he toild me so...Don't pick the Flowers...thy're not to touch !...I will always remembertime and again...to look around...and then PICK them..the lesson was learned the favor returned, but they are beautiful flowers and I must touch...04/2010
 
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