Living in the void of time
Make memories not pictures
Not, really empty keeps
Sweet music and messy treats
Feet that missed a beat
Adore the pretty weeds
Yet, forget the sweet quick
Spring is over,
Warmth long gone,
from the shadows of
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
i like stringing words
The time with no hour hands
Living in the void of time
Make memories not pictures
Not, really empty keeps
Sweet music and messy treats
Feet that missed a beat
Adore the pretty weeds
Yet, forget the sweet quick
Spring is over,
Warmth long gone,
from the shadows ofsycamoretall temperate trees
Living in the void of time
Make memories not pictures
Not, really empty keeps
Sweet music and messy treats
Feet that missed a beat
Adore the pretty weeds
Yet, forget the sweet quick
Spring is over,
Warmth long gone,
from the shadows of
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