When did I stop listening to the whispers of the trees?
Probably not long after they stopped talking...
When did I stop hearing the leaves fall?
Shortly after they stopped falling...
How come I stopped running barefoot?
Why don´t I still learn from the rain?
When will I bathe again in the golden rays?
Can I still dance without a shadow?
I once discovered the plain, and made it
beautiful, like you.
Then away you flew on your wind of wonder, and
with you, took mine.
-A Lin and Courtney Production....
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2 comments:
hmm...interesting and kinda sad, but very pretty...exquisite work, chums...
Thanks for writing this.
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