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Feb 2010
Something about souls
Maybe we knew each other in a past life

Maybe we were trees in Eden
we grew next to each other
our roots tangled
our branches touched and when the wind blew through
our leaves whispered the same tune

Maybe we were teardrops from a great poet's eyes
we met and formed a stream down his cheek
as he shed us for his lost love
and mourned the death of his heart

Maybe we were penguins
winter time; I'd fish, you'd nurture our egg
come spring; we'd meet by the sea,
you'd call out for me, I'd find you and
our bodies would move clumsily in a perfect rhythm of happiness
8.9.2009
Written by
Olivia Walker
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