Friday, 31 August 2012

something my thoughts created

And you shall cry out
I will hear
With the forest as your witness and flowers in your hair
The days will shorten and your nails grow longer
peaceful as an empty bottle of wine
takes more than a touch to feel fine
and you shall dance through the meadow
the skies cry rainbows
we untangled fingers as the sun rose
pictures fall like autumn leafs
we ride the wind with pride
nothing's allowed but we won't be denied

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