Friday, March 24, 2006
maybe i could write
There was once someone here.
Breathing calmly the air.
With feet swaying softly over the ground.
With a wildness contained within a soul at peace.
I saw her once here.
Sitting on the ancient stones,
listening to the talkings of the earth-
to the musings of the heavens;
With thoughts wandering up into the clouds.
There used to be someone here.
Within this violation of space.
Quiet, but with a zest unfazed;
Living, with a spirit undead.
I hope to find me here again.
But these ancient stones have no clue.
dezphaire strapped in @ 9:13 AM  


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