Wednesday, January 28, 2009


It is still in my mind, light soft, warm inside
Nothing keeps me filled.
I hope to see a breeze someday
Little white clouds fill my thoughts
Endless, random, silver streams abandon my hopes.
Sorrow is accompanied with joy
I imagine time slowed by past dreams.
I picture myself inside the glass
If only I had said no, said I won't, said goodbye.

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