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I am the leaves on the streets you walk on The unexpected shadows I'm the scrap of paper upon which you absentmindedly scribble dark things I'm the bird in the trees you always hear but never see I'm a daisy, or a clover in a garden of huge sunflowers and roses and oak trees Or the bottles you keep hidden in your room I am the sunbeam you feel but you can't turn around to look at because the room is too small I'm the hole in the curtain I'm the notebook you forgot about long ago I'm the fish in the murky pond -you can see the ripples and waves but you can't see me I am bits and pieces Here and there, now and then I'm a mustering hum, picking up, growing Gathering momentum
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
Bits and Pieces
I am the leaves on the streets you walk on The unexpected shadows I'm the scrap of paper upon which you absentmindedly scribble dark things I'm the bird in the trees you always hear but never see I'm a daisy, or a clover in a garden of huge sunflowers and roses and oak trees Or the bottles you keep hidden in your room I am the sunbeam you feel but you can't turn around to look at because the room is too small I'm the hole in the curtain I'm the notebook you forgot about long ago I'm the fish in the murky pond -you can see the ripples and waves but you can't see me I am bits and pieces Here and there, now and then I'm a mustering hum, picking up, growing Gathering momentum
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laetitia
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
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