At this place where loves are lost and found,
I claimed yours.
The wind carries your restrain
As if you were never here but at a sheperd's hut
Where I walked only yesterday.
And Remorse is a pattern I'm beginning to draw, for
keeping this time too long
would only be
Like painting a perfect sky, blue.
Don't speak of it then because words
will only wrong all the rights of this quiet equation
Silence will do; if you don't know how then
Listen to the mountains say nothing...
I claimed yours.
The wind carries your restrain
As if you were never here but at a sheperd's hut
Where I walked only yesterday.
And Remorse is a pattern I'm beginning to draw, for
keeping this time too long
would only be
Like painting a perfect sky, blue.
Don't speak of it then because words
will only wrong all the rights of this quiet equation
Silence will do; if you don't know how then
Listen to the mountains say nothing...
1 comment:
...and i hope i find you again...and keep finding you in places i haven't seen...places where i haven't been...and one day i will get lost in you....then you will be me and i will be you and everything will be even more beautiful than it already is...carousels take there time to spin...let them.
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