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Sitting in the feilds of flowers,
engulfed in the eternal thought of you.
I watch the clouds float by,
making distorted shapes of familiar things.
Your face plaguing my dreams,
my thoughts,
my words.
You're constantly there.
I wish I knew the answer.
I wish I knew the truth.
Why can't my mind let you go?
Why can't my mind just move on?
The wind's gental arms,
wrap around, an attempt to console.
But the hands of the sun,
have already taken their claim.
But slowly a cloud drifts in the way,
Gray, bulky, and loud.
Causing the rain to eat the wind,
and the sun to die agian.
 Yukai · Fri Jan 26, 2007 @ 01:07am · 1 Comments |
