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The Color of March
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The Color of March |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The eye that held my gaze, Restored the heavens to my heart, Bowed to my soul, then thanked each hand. When March approaches, The noon never seemed so high, Like suns rise through every kids eye. Lesson learned, Walking through valleys, Talking to strangers, becoming a shade of leaves living through autumn. The chance to forgive mistakes, Where susy became lisa and lisa became jody, And well…the mirrors turn to dust, deserts seemed more practical. The shy meets the blunt, As Easy never seemed so hard, To throw myself to a dance I forgot the steps to. Sitting is never retreating, Only if your alone in the end. |
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