Saturday, February 19, 2011

May 6 2008: no title

And the meadow stroked your legs

As we walked through our own eternity

Cold and hurt were not a daily ration

The world didn't seem that raw

And the spring would be from horizon to horizon

From one end to another

As the ground was moisture

Even though it hadn't rained for days

Smiles would last forever

Like the wind would always blow

To make us feel alive

And we made our own eternity

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