Oct 13, 2003 18:48
As I walk
The trees do talk, about the weather winds and feathers falling softly to the ground.
Laughing with no sound.
Happy, are the flowers that are conversing with the puppy.
Quickly the sun runs backwards as the houses swim.
Lights flicker with a clever grin.
Everythings seems so joyous, now the confusions setting in...
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