Tim (visions) wrote,
Tim
visions

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open the gates
and i feel you breathe
like willows whispering
the rustle of leaves

an explosion of color
the sun coming down
crashing into oblivion
the oceans soft sound

the wind tells its tale
a whispered word
ringing so true
yet still going unheard

they roll from my lips
the words of the wind
they scream out loud
they rattle like tin

can you hear them echo?
they bounce from the walls
the sun sets
the words fall to the ground

like a butterfly they can rise
they can be reborn
a beautiful thing
coming from an ugly worm

from one to another
we morph in time
my heart with yours
your hand with mine
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