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Like after talking on the phone for an hour, The cotton- like silence that fills your ears That was what it was like The sun playing hide and seek With the horizon And the mist Strung in the air with invisible strings Dew slowly formed Crystal diamonds On a field of jade grass Mist dissipated into the endless sky Endless blue water above Endless green below… Air so pure So absolute So fresh Every smell brings everything in Every breath is like a cold winter day Except it isn’t cold, But you can still sense every Little thing. Small birds Like children’s kites in the sky Little frogs Like small skipping stones Me, maybe out of place But not really I know I belong Because the birds sing And the frogs croak And the wind sings sweet and soft The clouds drift lazily across the ever blue sky The grass ripples like the water Everything is slow and meaningful Everything is meant to be Everything is chosen to be here Therefore everything has a part Everything is meant The warmth from the sun The cool blow of the wind The ere of magic Runs threw my mind It can’t be real But it can’t not be real Don’t open your eyes, Open your mind…
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Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
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Like after talking on the phone for an hour, The cotton- like silence that fills your ears That was what it was like The sun playing hide and seek With the horizon And the mist Strung in the air with invisible strings Dew slowly formed Crystal diamonds On a field of jade grass Mist dissipated into the endless sky Endless blue water above Endless green below… Air so pure So absolute So fresh Every smell brings everything in Every breath is like a cold winter day Except it isn’t cold, But you can still sense every Little thing. Small birds Like children’s kites in the sky Little frogs Like small skipping stones Me, maybe out of place But not really I know I belong Because the birds sing And the frogs croak And the wind sings sweet and soft The clouds drift lazily across the ever blue sky The grass ripples like the water Everything is slow and meaningful Everything is meant to be Everything is chosen to be here Therefore everything has a part Everything is meant The warmth from the sun The cool blow of the wind The ere of magic Runs threw my mind It can’t be real But it can’t not be real Don’t open your eyes, Open your mind…
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jasmine-1
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
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