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Tomer
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since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2004-07-31 06:02 PM




There were the stones laying on the ground,
falling into each other,
as I stared with my fingers adjacent to the blue picture over my head.

I walked on ice,
parallel to the eyes that followed,
flat as the grounds back.

To walk on the sky is true,
leaving and becoming is the surprise,
only for certain it's not your demise.

I share my toys,
to windows that are left for invitation,
so I can be the present without direction.

Blowing for keeps to see the smile,
seal my lips and lay my fingers to breath,
slowly tuning the brilliance of my desire.

Wise as blue eyes,
To covet the smell,
I learn to turn my head like children on a playground.

Sitting through the night,
kicking into doors,
feeling my passion become reaction.

Blue moons and bright skies,
Lastly, I imagine.

© Copyright 2004 Tomer Fried - All Rights Reserved
Lexy
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since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038
California
1 posted 2004-08-03 11:33 PM


I learn to turn my head like children on a playground.

wow, theres always some awesome line like this. To find in your writings.
this is amazing, I'm off to read it again.
~Lex

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