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Dec 2011
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…
Written by
Jasmine
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