sights and sounds fade into images and colors as the world passes by
floating into a new world falling on a rock
crashing down to reality
and breaking like a fragile flower
setting in the sun
and burning on the grass
of ever lasting twlight
setting in the sands of time
setting in the darkness of my mind
so fragile so pure
like a moth in a spell
captured forever
by the bright light..
Thursday, May 24, 2007
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