It was you. It was me. Sitting alone on a mountain of gold. Sunflowers bursting and blooming against the moon. The dust fell upon my eyes. I turned to look at your face. I could not see it. You pointed up at the sky. The shards were falling down. Covering your head you turned to me. “Can you hear it?”
Saturday, March 27, 2010
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Written by Monklin around 11:47 PM 0 Comment(s)
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