November 6, 2008

118. Flower Fields

118. Flower Fields


Uncover your eyes and unplug your ears
unfold your arms as you stretch to the
sky. Fly away with... fly away. Speak it
once more without the sighs. Look at...
without the tears. Seconds have passed
into several years. Dear... I've been here.
Hear this voice inside. Give it one more
try. When the time comes to an end we
can say... once we were friends. Once
we were alive. We stretch back in time
to capture the moment. 'Sigh’... Do you
remember back then when we were so
alive? Like flowers in a field my thoughts
are layered in memory. In the end...
nothing else was said to me.

 
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