Wednesday, July 04, 2012

The journey of the Soul

The streets are empty I smell the rain I feel the cut grass irritating my skin. Lost in darkness I hope to find the sun again Babbling Through the clouds. Deserts cry into the sea For a hope long forgotten. A soul stretched to eternity Trips through the trees To greet me and make me whole.

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