Sunday, October 22, 2006
Thoughts
"Falling"
Drifting on a tattered and worn out dream,
A heart slips into the sea of faces.
With an accepting smile and a stream
Of tears, he falls through the sky with his grace
The endless eyes watching from the blur of life,
Slipping through clouds and rays of light, splash-
ing into the concrete stream, eyes open wide.
Slowly floating down as the currents pass,
Resting in the deep depths, a rusted heart.
Souls come and gone, forgot what beauty they
Saw. He admires, never to depart.
The pain of watching souls pass everyday
Suffocates, but he thinks and finds relief,
“What is beauty if never truly seen?”
Opionin
Hope you guys like this one.
"Falling"
Drifting on a tattered and worn out dream,
A heart slips into the sea of faces.
With an accepting smile and a stream
Of tears, he falls through the sky with his grace
The endless eyes watching from the blur of life,
Slipping through clouds and rays of light, splash-
ing into the concrete stream, eyes open wide.
Slowly floating down as the currents pass,
Resting in the deep depths, a rusted heart.
Souls come and gone, forgot what beauty they
Saw. He admires, never to depart.
The pain of watching souls pass everyday
Suffocates, but he thinks and finds relief,
“What is beauty if never truly seen?”
Opionin
Hope you guys like this one.
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