Monday, November 25, 2013

let's reside for just a while
in tall grass fields exposing sound
while hearts are pounding, making songs
and wind is whistling through on eves
for moons to rise and suns to fall
because we cannot catch them all

surely there are aging trees
to track the time and keep the peace
when movement is too quick for pause
and all the lines are blurred again
we fill our lungs with clarity
and promises of verity

for our sakes, keep us as we are

impossible film | apart of our surroundings
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