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Long Walk
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Long Walk |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I could feel it But it wasnÕt my heart. The way the sun leans Against our eyebrows To the morning rise. I felt I was with my eyes With my breath subtle, And my fingers leading Into my pocket, Like a wanderer with his own map. I turned and saw the cracked street corner, The shadows of merchants walking Around in front of their stores. I searched for a thought, A way to sit and find the Birds watching each other Like the sky to a clock. And there I was, Sitting with my hand in my pocket, Lifting my ideas around The cables and trees that Soared around the city. Soared around the peoples thoughts, And today, my feet dangled, Where the city never stopped. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
lots of cool imagery here, like this (which I loved): The way the sun leans Against our eyebrows" |
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