Jun 10, 2006 01:01
The hustle and bustle
The mind frenzy freed
In summer
Twisted thoughts I breath
And the air blows swiftly through
Blossoming trees
And I sit waiting
Waiting on my knees
So when the wind is ready
And when Im bold enough to try
I can fly away too
Into the tree breezy sky
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now i will share a shel silverstein poem that rules.
i opened my eyes and looked up at the rain
and it dripped in my head and poured into my brain
so pardon the wild, crazy thing i just said
i just think the same, since there's rain in my head
i walk kinda careful
i turn around slow
i can't run or jump cause i might overflow
and all that i hear as i lay in my bed is the
slishity slash of the rain
in my head.