Sunday, November 10, 2013

This - 4/24/09

There was nothing but silence,
and thats how the songs starts

verses about the world,
and shallow reflective pools of water.

Its one of those songs,
that lends itself to singing.

The background score fades,
the eyes come into focus,

casual nonchalant glances
and moments frozen in time.

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