7 t H e a v e n
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Pointless Route
Listen,
can you hear?
Wait,
the winds rushing by,
can you feel?
Holy smokes!
the air's loosing up,
can you breathe?
The mist of the morning,
can you see?
Take me away, as quick as you can,
and I shall watch these amazing things,
with awe and admiration,
I shall have undyingly no worries.
can you hear?
Wait,
the winds rushing by,
can you feel?
Holy smokes!
the air's loosing up,
can you breathe?
The mist of the morning,
can you see?
Take me away, as quick as you can,
and I shall watch these amazing things,
with awe and admiration,
I shall have undyingly no worries.
posted by n i r a l j i at 9:38 AM
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