Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The oxygen of living

HFF {Explored}

I walk a hundred miles just to seek the truth
passing the shattered souls along the way
brings up all those old memories
of what we fought, with doubt
of what we love, with no logic
some of them dried up, just like plums
become a dust, blown by the wind

now somehow the pictures fills my head
the picture of the Eden we used to live
the pictures of a paper boat, floating under the moonlight
the whisper that flows with the wind
the love that fills the air
fills my nose, my throat, my lungs
it feels alive now..

1 comment:

I will check and reply to all your comments, loves ♥