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by brils
Created 3/15/09
Floating on air, holding your hands,
I fly in the blue shades of
reflecting skies in your eyes,
I float into the passing sands like a
forgotten moment,
Hear the sounds that your eye-lids
make while blinking,
While I rise up in a callous mood,
soaring high.
Climbing and gliding
between the… (more)
