Creativity reads, the mood of the mind
As the breeze knows, each bit of the world
Whether tragedies strike, or souls realize
The wind blows, carrying stories untold
Who are we, but creatures of time
Seeing each other, by warp of this mind
My heart cries, must the eyes have tears
Even the fingers type, and the body still holds
Sunday, December 17, 2006
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